"Father, do you truly believe I can suppress all enemies? That others should fear me, and I need fear no one?" Murong Ziqi asked solemnly, looking earnestly at Murong Guangfu.
I used to be so confident in myself. But the Qin Corporation, merely one of the top companies in the South and not even number one in the Dragon Country, has eluded my grasp for so long. Murong Ziqi’s confidence was severely shaken by this failure.
Murong Guangfu knew he had to restore his son’s confidence. It was a father’s duty. Although he was also curious how Wu Tian had the connections to invite people like Cui Chong and Zheng Tianshi, he still said, "Ziqi, you must understand one thing. In the Martial Arts World, among the Martial Sects and the Five Surnames and Seven Families, who reigns supreme?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Murong Ziqi uttered two words: "The Sword Emperor."
Once the Sword Emperor appears, all swords bow in submission. This was no empty saying.
Murong Guangfu nodded, affirming his son’s answer. He continued, "Ziqi, you must realize, when the Sword Emperor was twenty-five, he slaughtered an entire village. Only after atoning for his sins with meritorious deeds did he become one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. He was already twenty-five by then. And you? You are younger than he was, and you have more potential. When you think of it that way, do you still feel that people like Cui Chong and Zheng Tianshi are above you?"
At these words, Murong Ziqi’s eyes regained their usual confidence and pride.
He’s right. My master, the Sword Emperor, stands above the Five Surnames and Seven Families. In the future, I will undoubtedly reach his level. What do I have to fear? What is there to worry about?
Murong Ziqi, who had just decided to leave Yang City, now chose to stay.
"Exactly. You will rise up from where you have fallen. The Qin Corporation must be ours," Murong Guangfu said. "When father and son are of one mind, their combined strength can sever metal."
Murong Ziqi nodded.
At that moment, Murong Yezi had finished blowing out the candles and making her wish. She began to cut the cake. The little girl naturally claimed the largest piece. As smart as she was, she was still a child, at an age where she adored sweets.
She happily munched on the cake, her mouth quickly covered in cream. Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan both hurried over with tissues to wipe her face, and the little girl seemed to enjoy being pampered, continuing to eat as they cleaned her up.
"You’ll get fat," Wu Tian said suddenly.
The little girl froze. After a long moment, she asked, "What kind of fat? Like Doraemon? He’s cute."
"No, like Zhu Bajie," Wu Tian replied.
The little girl frowned slightly and asked seriously, "Which version of Zhu Bajie?"
Wu Tian unlocked his phone, searched for an image, and showed it to her. "The one from Director Zhang’s movie."
Director Zhang’s depiction of Zhu Bajie was notoriously lifelike, looking more like a real pig than a man in a costume, with almost no human features visible.
The little girl was so frightened she immediately put down the cake in her hand.
"Stop it, don’t scare the child," Qin Yuhan said unhappily. "Being able to eat is a blessing. Dieting is something to think about when you’re older."
"Really?" the little girl immediately looked up at Qin Yuhan. "Mom, does that mean you used to be really fat before you became so beautiful?"
Qin Yuhan hesitated. She had never been overweight in her life.
The little girl stopped eating. Gaining weight was easy, but losing it was hard.
The onlookers laughed at the sight of the little girl’s gloomy, conflicted expression as she debated whether to eat the cake.
Murong Guangfu and Murong Ziqi had also walked over, Murong Ziqi’s face brimming with confidence. Just then, a loud voice announced from the entrance.

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