Zhantai Jing and Zhantai Xuan were stunned. They knew Diwu Baiyu was strong, but they had never imagined he would be this powerful—so formidable that these two supreme masters had no way to fight back. His strength was simply terrifying.

Diwu Baiyu paid them no attention. After knocking them away, his figure vanished as if he had never been there at all.

"Mingyue, I’m sorry," Lin Kuang said apologetically, looking at Zhantai Mingyue’s worried face.

"It’s okay, I understand. Lin Kuang, I’m leaving. I’ll miss you." With that, Zhantai Mingyue mustered her courage and took the initiative to kiss the corner of Lin Kuang’s mouth—the first time she had been so forward in days. After the kiss, she immediately turned to leave, grabbing her backpack and Xiao Hei before walking out the main gate.

Zhantai Mingyue dared not look back, for she feared that the courage she had painstakingly mustered would vanish at the sight of Lin Kuang.

Stepping out of the gate, she glanced at Zhantai Jing and Zhantai Xuan. "Second Uncle, Third Uncle, let’s go."

At her words, their faces darkened as they stood up. They stood no chance against Diwu Baiyu. Unless the patriarch of the Zhantai Family came in person, no one was his match. Although they were unwilling to accept it, the thought of who Diwu Baiyu was forced them to swallow their pride. With that, the two of them followed Zhantai Mingyue away from the Lin Family estate.

Watching Zhantai Mingyue being led away, Lin Kuang clenched his fists tightly. I hate that my strength isn’t enough! If I were stronger, would Zhantai Xuan have dared to be so arrogant just now? "’Might makes right.’ That saying is absolutely true," he muttered, staring down at his fists.

"Are you finding this hard to accept?" came his grandfather’s calm voice.

Lin Kuang looked at his grandfather and didn’t deny it. "Yes. I can’t accept it. My strength still isn’t enough."

"It’s not that you aren’t strong enough, but that your opponents are too powerful," his grandfather said gravely. "Zhantai Jing and Zhantai Xuan have each practiced Ancient Martial Arts for over fifty years, while you haven’t even practiced for ten. The gap is immense. I believe that in two years, perhaps even less, your strength will surpass theirs."

Lin Kuang nodded heavily. "Yes, Grandfather. I’m sure I can surpass them. One year will be enough!" he declared with utter confidence.

"Good, I believe you," the old man said with a smile. "Are you curious about Diwu Baiyu?"

Lin Kuang nodded. "I am. I never knew our family had such a powerful expert."

"Don’t speak of this to anyone, or it might attract trouble. The Zhantai Family won’t dare mention it either. Just remember, as long as this old man is around, you can do whatever you want. I will always be your staunchest backer. Also, don’t worry too much about your mother. The Nangong Family may be strong, but they wouldn’t dare to casually make a move against our Lin Family. There are some things your father doesn’t understand; it’s not as he described."

Lin Kuang was stunned by his words. "Grandfather, if that’s true, why did my mother go back with the Nangong Family? Is there something more to this story?"

"Yes, but now is not the time to tell you. I will tell you after you’ve broken through the initial stages of the Eight Gates Escape Technique. Even if I’m dead by then, Diwu Baiyu will tell you. For now, just focus on your cultivation. That is what you need to do," the old man said.

Lin Kuang nodded. At that moment, his grandfather suddenly seemed mysterious. It feels like he knows so many things and has a deep understanding of the Ancient Martial Realm. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Go and cultivate. Tomorrow, it’s about time you visited the Wolf Special Forces Team as well," the old man continued. "Your strength is now the greatest in the Wolf pack, so there’s something I must tell you."

"What is it, Grandfather?" Lin Kuang asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Actually, the true strength of our country isn’t the Wolves. The Wolves are merely the most powerful special forces unit on the surface—a force we can cultivate and display for other nations to see. However, the strongest organization guarding our homeland is called Dragon Front! Its motto is ’Dragon’s Edge’! It is our country’s most mysterious unit. Dragon Front is composed of soldiers, prodigies from all walks of life, and even people from the Ancient Martial Realm. Simply put, there are no restrictions on its members’ backgrounds. As long as you can pass the organization’s trial, you can join.

"You are now qualified to join Dragon Front. With your current strength, you’ll start as an ordinary member, but the resources available are immense. Tomorrow, I’ll have your father take you there. They will assess you, and if you pass, you can enter Dragon Front. I believe in your strength, so don’t disappoint me."

Hearing his grandfather’s words, Lin Kuang was utterly astonished. This was the first time the old man had told him so much, revealing matters he’d had no right to know before. I never imagined the country had such a powerful hidden force.

However, after a moment of shock, he calmed down. It makes sense. Every country has its secret weapons. Although our nation’s Wolf Special Forces are strong, they are a power that operates in the light. In that case, the country must have a trump card hidden in the shadows, and that is undoubtedly this mysterious organization, Dragon Front!

Taking a deep breath, he looked his grandfather in the eye. "I understand, Grandfather. Rest assured, I will not disappoint you," Lin Kuang said with the utmost gravity.

"Good. Go and cultivate now. I will be waiting for your good news," the old man said with a smile.

Lin Kuang nodded, turned, and left the courtyard, returning to his room. As his grandfather watched him go, a contemplative glint appeared in the old man’s eyes.

"Is it really alright to tell him so much, so soon?" a faint voice suddenly reached the old man’s ears, completely inaudible to anyone else.

If a master from the Ancient Martial Realm had been present, they would have been shocked to recognize this technique: Sound Transmission! The voice belonged to none other than Diwu Baiyu.

"It’s fine," the old man replied, his lips barely moving as he used the same technique. "He has to learn of these things sooner or later. Besides, you must have sensed it too. Those on the crooked path are preparing to make a comeback."