The Empress was stunned for a moment before coming back to her senses, her elegant brows furrowing into a black line: "His martial arts talent is stronger than mine, even stronger than yours, great-grandfather?"
"That's correct." Dī Shì Tiān nodded.
The Empress raised her eyebrows again, looking incredulous: "You're lying to me, right?"
"There's only one thing I can tell you."
"And that is, my disciple is the child of fate born from the core of the Huaxia National Defense Array, the unparalleled first martial arts genius of ancient times, a walking Guardian God of Huaxia."
"With such talent, he naturally surpasses me. It's expected that in another year, when he turns twenty-six, his strength will reach the level I achieved at fifty!"
Dī Shì Tiān placed both hands atop his cane, his eyes shining with brilliance, his expression very earnest, completely absent of the previous joking demeanor.
