In the dark room, Lu Chuan stared intently at Nangong Lingya.
"When I mentioned Martial Saint Realm Grade 3, why did you get so agitated? And even claimed that a Grade 3 Martial Saint could cripple me?"
"Could it be..."
Nangong Lingya's laughter stopped, and she turned her head away, no longer willing to look at Lu Chuan.
"Your father's strength, it isn't Martial Saint Realm Grade 3, is it?"
Lu Chuan asked.
Nangong Lingya still turned her head away, unwilling to look at Lu Chuan.
Lu Chuan sneered, "So it is, that Nangong Tian's strength is Martial Saint Realm Grade 3. Now, I have a clear picture."
"You should also stop fantasizing about a Grade 3 Martial Saint thrashing me. That's not possible, unless father and son both take the field together, otherwise, it's just delivering themselves to death."
"Nonsense, I don't believe you have that confidence to challenge my father by crossing over two minor realm levels!"