He had thought about it, if he just protected Sang'er all the time, that wouldn't be right.
She had to grow up on her own eventually.
"You just have to make sure you don't cry and complain about the hardship of training martial arts," he said.
He was afraid that if the little girl cried in front of him, he would become soft-hearted. He could be indifferent to anyone else, but he simply couldn't bring himself to be stern with her.
"No, no, that definitely won't happen," she immediately replied, shaking her head like a rattle-drum.
Once she set her mind on doing something, how could she possibly whine about it being hard?
Besides, even if she did complain about the hardship, after it was said and done, wouldn't she be able to get up the next day and carry on just the same?
"Brother Molian, why don't we just practice here?" she suggested.
In this virtual task, they could practice however they wanted, and the key was that it wouldn't take any real time.