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Beau looked troubled, not knowing how to begin.

Clint noticed Beau's unease but did not think much of it. After all, coming from a prominent family in the South Territory, how could his brother possibly have come to any harm? Following his master and the elders, Clint walked through the gates of the Melton Mansion.

As he entered, he tried to recall his father's appearance. Did he have a beard? Did he wear glasses? Clint could not remember. It had been too long since he last saw his parents.

The first floor of the Melton Mansion could hardly be called a living room. It was grandly decorated and spacious enough to accommodate nearly 2,000 people. It could easily be mistaken for a luxurious banquet hall. Clint's master, Amell Casimir, who was usually stern, entered the room with a hearty laugh.novelbin

"Hahaha! Reggie, long time no see!"

"Hahaha, Father Casimir! I've been expecting you! Please have a seat!"

The speaker was a small, elderly man. His bald head showed traces of a surgical scar. He stroked his few remaining strands of hair, and his few teeth seemed to be barely holding on. Despite this, his laugh was hearty and genuine. "That voice," Clint said, surprised but cautious. "It's the one from my memory!"

"Dad?" Clint asked incredulously.

"Hahaha, yes, it's me! Come here, Clint. Let your old man have a look at you!"

Reggie beckoned him forward. Clint instinctively looked at his master, who nodded in approval. Only then did Clint approach Reggie.

"Ah, not bad! Not bad! You've grown well! Clint, tell me, what stage are you in your cultivation now?"

Clint was tall, standing at a full six feet three. However, next to his father, he felt like his height meant nothing. Awkward, uneasy, and nervous, he swayed slightly before glancing at his master again. With another nod of encouragement, Clint finally spoke.

"Dad, I've reached the Profound Oriental Realm..."

"Oh? The Profound Oriental Realm? Remarkable! Truly remarkable! Hahaha!" Reggie exclaimed.

"What brings you such joy, old man?" The South Warden, Artoile, entered the room as Reggie laughed heartily.

"South Warden! Great news, great news!" Reggie was even more excited upon seeing Artoile. "Please, have a seat!"

"Alright," Artoile said, sitting beside Reggie. "And who might this be?"

Reggie's grin stretched to his ears as he pointed at Clint with pride.

"This is my son! Clint!"

"Oh? I've heard much about the prodigious third son of the Melton family intelligent and extraordinary. Seeing him today, I see it's all true," Artoile said, feeling impressed.

"I've also heard Mr. Clint is a cultivation genius, dedicated to his practice from a young age. I imagine he has achieved considerable success by now." "Indeed, indeed!" Reggie beamed with even more pride. "My son is now a formidable cultivator at the Profound Oriental Realm!"

"The Profound Oriental Realm?!"

Artoile was astonished. "A young hero, indeed. Reggie, your son has brought honor to your family Congratulations, Reggie."

Reggie laughed heartily, filled with pride and joy.