Early the next morning, just as Zhang Qiling finished breakfast, Rongshan hurried over to him and said earnestly, "Senior Brother, today is the finals! You simply cannot show favoritism toward Zhang Chulan this time, or he'll actually end up becoming the Tianshi!
A generation's Tianshi being an unprincipled shameless scoundrel—if word of that gets out, how are the people of Tianshi Mansion ever going to show their faces in public?"
Zhang Qiling knew his own son well enough. Despite the boy's rapid progress over the past month, he was still no match for Zhang Lingyu—especially since the stubborn kid refused to use the Black Gold Ancient Saber, making his chances of winning even slimmer.
So, barring any accidents, his eldest son was going to lose this match.
Sensing what was on his mind, Rongshan let out a long sigh. Zhang Chulan's disposition and natural talent truly placed him among the very best of the younger generation. It wasn't entirely out of the question for him to become Tianshi, except that his reputation was simply too unsightly!
At this thought, Rongshan glanced sideways at Zhang Qiling and said with a helpless sigh, "Senior Brother, you really should have accepted Master's cup of tea back then. Otherwise, how could things have come to such a grand and complicated setup today?"
Chapter 222