"Master Xia, your memory is really bad."

Who said I was just an adopted daughter?

Who is it that keeps distancing themselves from me?

I remember severing ties with the Xia family a long time ago.

Xia Mingde's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead: "Those were just words spoken in anger!"

Bai Ying looked at him coldly: "But I wasn't just saying that out of anger!"

She slowly raised her eyes, a chilling light flashing in them.

"Every word I've said is not a joke," she said, enunciating each word clearly, her voice terrifyingly serious. "The Xia family and I have long since severed all ties; this is common knowledge throughout the capital. What, is Master Xia now going to deny it?"

As soon as Bai Ying finished speaking, the people around her nodded without saying a word.

"That's right. Lord Xia kept saying that Miss Qingdai was an adopted daughter, so why is he coming to claim kinship now?"

"Yes, didn't he publicly sever ties with Miss Qingdai during the sect competition? Now that he sees how powerful she is, he wants to take his daughter back. Everyone knows what he's up to!"

"Lord Xia, I think you should give up on that idea. Miss Qingdai is so capable, what good would it do her to acknowledge you as her parents?"

Xia Mingde's face turned deathly pale instantly, and beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. But in an instant, rage overwhelmed his reason. He stared intently at the daughter before him, the one he had once allowed to beat and scold, his chest churning with unspeakable humiliation and resentment.

He abandoned Xia Yuwei, whom he had raised with his own hands for sixteen years!

He humbled himself and tried to please this rebellious daughter!

He even abandoned his last shred of dignity!

And what did I get in return? This humiliation?!

"You wretched creature!!" Xia Mingde's eyes were bloodshot and almost popped out of their sockets. He instinctively raised his right hand and, with years of pent-up resentment, slapped Bai Ying hard across the face!

"Click!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack suddenly rang out.

Xia Mingde's wrist twisted and deformed eerily three inches from Bai Ying, the white bone spurs piercing his skin, and blood gushed out immediately. Before he could even scream, an invisible force sent him flying, crashing heavily into a pile of rocks ten feet away.