"What is it?" Feng Heyun turned his head to look at Luo Chu.

"That's right, something's wrong with Junior Sister." Luo Chu lowered his voice.

He told Feng Heyun all the speculations he and Wen Xuan had made.

"Why didn't you tell me about something so important sooner?!"

"So that's why she kept refusing to plead for Chen Sangruo! It turns out she had ulterior motives from the start!" Feng Heyun said angrily. "I'm going to find Master right now!"

"Senior Brother, don't be impulsive!" Luo Chu quickly pulled the person back.

"Junior Sister is Sect Master Shen's own daughter and also the young sect master. She is currently favored by Master. It's no use talking to Master about it."

"Wasn't Shen Sangri once the daughter of Sect Master Shen, the young sect master, and a beloved disciple of our master? What right does Bai Mumu have to treat her like this?"

Feng Heyun became increasingly alarmed as he spoke. Hadn't Bai Mumu taken away everything that originally belonged to Chen Sangruo?

His disgust for Bai Mumu grew exponentially.

"Second Senior Brother said that we just need to distance ourselves from her a little. After all, she is still our junior sister. Senior Senior Brother, please don't act impulsively."

Feng Heyun angrily smashed the wall, but there was nothing he could do.

The thought that he had to help such a person make a name for himself in the sect competition made him feel suffocated.

"Fine, consider it a debt we owe her!"

From now on, the accounts between the senior and junior disciples will be settled clearly.

Meanwhile, on the main peak, Bai Mumu brought the purchased items to report back to Shen Daochen.

She received notifications midway through that the favorability ratings of Feng Heyun, Wen Xuan, and Luo Chu had all decreased, but her expression didn't change much.

All she needs to do is gain the favor of Shen Daochen and Lingxiao Zhenren.

"Father, your daughter is back."

"You're back? How are you feeling? Are you tired? Did the shopping go smoothly? Why didn't Feng Heyun and Lu Shiqing come back with you?"

Shen Daochen immediately welcomed her inside.

"Reporting to Father, I am not tired, and the shopping went smoothly." Then she paused, pretending to be troubled, and said, "My eldest brother and third brother have some things to attend to, so they will return to Zhenlin Peak first."

Shen Daochen understood the meaning behind her words perfectly. His expression darkened. "You don't need to cover for them. Even if it's an emergency, you should be sent to the main peak first."

"They are trying to slight you. I will go and inform Ling Xiao later so that your master can give them a good talking-to."

He has always been sensitive about Bai Mumu's affairs and can't stand seeing her suffer any injustice.

Bai Mumu smiled and said, "Daddy, you are so good to Mumu."

“Of course, Father only has you and, cough, you are his only daughter.” Shen Daochen paused, then quickly corrected himself.

That rebellious daughter who severed ties with him was a tragic fate, best left unmentioned. From now on, he will only have Bai Mumu as his daughter.

It's always easier to have your own biological child, and like him, they're worthy of being entrusted with important responsibilities.

"You've worked hard. Your father has prepared a special gift for you." He put on a loving smile again.

With a flick of his wrist, a bead emitting a chilling aura appeared in his palm.

"Hearing Cold Pearl?" Bai Mumu's face lit up with surprise, but then she declined, saying, "Father, this gift is too precious. I cannot accept it without having done something right. The elders and peak masters will have objections."

Shen Daochen forcefully shoved the Listening Cold Pearl into her hand, saying, "You must take it as your father tells you to. You are not allowed to refuse."

"With the sect competition imminent, you don't even have a decent magic weapon. As the young sect leader, it's only right that you receive this Hearing Cold Pearl."

"No one in the sect will have any objections."

He already felt guilty for not being able to give the Listening Cold Pearl to Bai Mumu during the last competition with the young sect leader.

Afterwards, he overruled all objections and decided to give the pearl to his most beloved daughter, as a way of making up for her injury during the competition.

Furthermore, giving her the Listening Cold Pearl was also for the sake of the Flying Cloud Sect.

Bai Mumu then carefully accepted the Listening Cold Pearl. "Really? Thank you, Father. I will definitely perform well in the sect competition and will not let you down!"

Shen Daochen was very satisfied with her reaction. Although she had lived in the mortal world for more than ten years, she was not greedy and could be described as emerging from the mud unsullied.

This contrasts sharply with Shen Sangruo, who was willing to sever ties with him in order to get into the Treasure Pavilion.

It's because he spoiled Shen Sangri too much before, and made her too lazy.

His Mumu is so sensible.

When the sect competition arrives, if Shen Sang sees Bai Mumu shining with brilliance, he will surely feel ashamed of himself.

"Speaking of the sect competition, I have another matter I would like to ask for Father's permission for." Bai Mumu suddenly stood up and cupped her hands to Shen Daochen.

"Just say what you need to say. I am your father, there's no need for this."

"My daughter is preparing to lead a team to train outside the sect. This will not only help her improve her leadership skills but also enhance the strength of the others."

"This will definitely help with the upcoming sect competition."

Shen Daochen looked at her with a gratified expression, "With your thoughtfulness and planning, and your dedication to the Flying Cloud Sect, how could your father not agree?"

"Do whatever you want to do boldly. With your father around, you don't need to be timid."

"Yes!" Bai Mumu's voice was clear and crisp.

The father and daughter exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with joy.

[Ding—Shen Daochen's favorability +1, current favorability 90.]

A strange look flashed across Bai Mumu's eyes.

This is just icing on the cake; for her, the most important thing is being able to lead a team out for training.

Shen Daochen was completely unaware of this.

He was thinking of finding an opportunity to get Bai Mumu to change her surname.

When Bai Mumu was first found, he wanted her to change her surname to "Chen", but Bai Mumu said she didn't want to forget her previous life.

Her pitiful appearance made Shen Daochen feel a pang of heartache again, and in the end he gave up.

Now she will become the most eye-catching presence in the sect competition. He wants the world to see that she is his daughter, Shen Daochen's daughter.

The time Bai Mumu spent wandering has been made up for, and it's time to turn the page completely.

Shen Daochen was deep in thought, but his thoughts drifted uncontrollably to Shen Sangruo.

Several months have passed since she left, and she must have suffered a lot.

Once she leaves the Flying Cloud Sect and her identity as Shen Daochen's daughter, she is nothing.

Her sharp edges should be properly smoothed out so that she doesn't forget her roots.

During the last sect competition, Shen Sangruo was still young, so someone else temporarily took her place as the young sect leader.

He once told her that the next time she would stand on the competition stage representing the Feiyun Sect, and he placed high hopes on her.

Unexpectedly, when the time came for this sect competition, she was no longer a disciple of the Flying Cloud Sect and had severed her father-daughter relationship with him.

Shen Daochen was also filled with mixed emotions.

Fortunately, the incident occurred before the sect competition; otherwise, the Flying Cloud Sect would have truly been plunged into dire straits.

He felt very reassured entrusting the Flying Cloud Sect to Bai Mumu.

He also hoped that Shen Sang could go to the sect competition to see for himself how outstanding Bai Mumu was and how powerful the Feiyun Sect was.

How unwise she was to do that before.

He waited for Shen Sangruo to regret it.