The unintentional Versailles setting subtly and realistically confirms the posture that was carelessly abandoned.
Whether people believe it or not, Song Tingwan got away with it.
After that, Song Tingwan had a rare serious talk with her father.
She asked why, time and again, her father had predicted it accurately and was always able to interrupt her in time.
In the spiritual mirror, Song Chaoxuan fell silent. Under the watchful gaze of his eldest daughter, he coughed twice, and blood oozed from his fingertips.
Song Tingwan's heart leaped into her throat, and she gritted her teeth, remaining silent.
Seeing that his attempt to gain sympathy had failed, Song Chaoxuan silently stopped coughing, and the honest, unloved old father wiped the bloodstains clean himself.
"It's all about timing and fate—"
“Awan, Father is the High Priest.”
Two calm sentences.
This caused Song Tingwan's emotions, which she had managed to control during the day, to overflow once again.
Song Chaoxuan looked at his daughter, whose eyes were red from crying, with heartache, and felt bad for her as well.
"Wan'er, Father loves you."
The man, who was usually so radiant and cheerful, smiled faintly, but was so weak that he lacked energy and his brilliance was dim.
I feel sorry for my youngest daughter's predetermined fate, as if the shackles of the whole world are weighing heavily on her.
He also felt sorry for his eldest daughter, who used to be carefree and would run to him to show off every high-quality pill she refined.
In her leisure time, she would listen to music under the peach blossom tree, lean against the couch and take a nap, or smile as she read a storybook with her eyes crinkling.
She loves to sleep among the flowers, and she loves to steal a moment of leisure, but she hasn't had a rest in a long time now.
Even the nickname she gave her was "Pillow Sleep," which shows how far she is from the life she once longed for, despite her daughter's gentle smile.
"...Father."
Song Tingwan choked up.
The tone was like when they were children, acting coquettishly.
"My sister has already reached the early stage of the Golden Core realm. She fights with people every day and beats up twenty Golden Core cultivators a day."
“She has family, a sect, and a master and senior brothers who protect her.”
So, the younger sister has someone to protect her.
It's completely different from what's in the book.
She is no longer alone.
You should stop overdrawing your life.
OK.
Looking at her father's increasingly thin body, she knew that he had foreseen many things.
But they cannot mention it verbally.
They could look at each other through the spiritual mirror, just as the younger sister did not pry into the matter, she also understood the father's unspeakable thoughts.
Song Chaoxuan smiled and gently shook his head.
Tears also flashed in her eyes.
He looked at his eldest daughter with tenderness, the unfinished meaning in his eyes subtly concealed.
"What about Father's Awan?"
Song Chaoxuan's expression was complex, with a hint of regret.
In his past life, he sat upright in his clan and watched helplessly as his eldest daughter sacrificed herself to save her younger sister.
One died and vanished like smoke, while the other proved his path through killing, slaughtering cities and becoming a demon.
The tragedy was so devastating that it broke his heart.
This time, even if fate intervenes, he will protect his two daughters.
"I?"
Song Tingwan paused, tears welling in her eyes, and suddenly remembered that ever since her sister was found, she had only mentioned her sister whenever she spoke to her father.
I haven't mentioned myself in a long time.
Sensing something, she stared blankly at the pained look on her father's face in the spiritual mirror.
After a long pause, she pursed her lips.
“I have made several good friends. Besides my little apprentice Baili Xijiang, whom you know, there are two others.”
"One of them is a girl with round eyes named Qin Xi. She is the young sect leader of the Tianji Sect. Isn't that funny? The young sect leader rebelled and came to the Wenjian Sect as an outer disciple. However, she is obsessed with looks. Do you still remember what 'obsessed with looks' means, Father? She only approached me because she thought I was pretty, but in reality, she is a sincere and lovely girl."
"There's one more..."
"His name is Wanqiji. He is a dual practitioner of sword and body techniques and comes from the Wanqi family. He is usually very quiet, but he is always the first to step up when something happens. Hmm... He has fought with Ayao twice, and the two of them always had a great time."
As she spoke, she subtly glanced at her father's expression.
Aji is her younger sister's future Daoist partner. She's curious about her father's opinion of this son-in-law, given how much he foresaw all this.
She herself didn't realize how genuine her smile was when she talked about her friends.
Song Chaoxuan noticed her probing, smiled slightly and nodded, then asked her, "What about that little white dragon? How are things going between you and him?"
The two sons-in-law each have their own poignant fates.
His performance in his previous life was just enough to make him worthy of being his son-in-law.
He didn't object, but he was still somewhat bothered by them taking his daughter away.
“After Beihe, he returned to the top of Yunque.”
Song Tingwan was somewhat distracted.
After his previous polite refusal, perhaps he...
But why would Father bring him up?
Is this her Daoist partner?
Song Tingwan looked up with a puzzled expression, but Song Chaoxuan just snorted and refused to reveal anything.
"Do your best and defy fate."
"Just follow your heart."
When the topic of his future son-in-law came up, the old father was reluctant to say much, leaving behind two sentences before hanging up the spiritual mirror.
Song Tingwan felt somewhat helpless and took out a communication talisman to give a few instructions.
—Remember to take the Qi-boosting pills; nothing is more important than Father's health.
Even if it's fate.
Even in the worst-case scenario, nothing can be reversed.
She also hoped that her father would live a good life.
After a long pause, the other person finally replied.
—I won't listen, I won't listen, the little fairy is chanting scriptures.
Song Tingwan chuckled, too angry to know what to say.
.
Zero has already sent the person to the demon realm.
Brother Shentu also sent her a message, saying that he would definitely live up to her expectations.
At the same time, the voice transmission from the Fox Clan Venerable suddenly arrived.
—I sent that ghost back with something, so you can keep it by your side and enslave it fiercely from now on!
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