"Foster father!"
Huang Zhihu turned around and saw Han Muye standing in the air.
It had been two thousand years, but his adoptive father still looked the same.
At this moment, Huang Zhihu felt like she had returned to her days at the Imperial Academy, where she had practiced tirelessly just to not disappoint her adoptive father.
Compared to her biological father, Huang Six, her adoptive father held a more special place in Huang Zhihu's heart.
Her father was a hero, but her adoptive father had been strict with her and had given her the best of everything in the world.
From the moment she started cultivating, Huang Zhihu knew that she was different from others.
Whether it was in the Western Frontier or the Central Continent, in the Sword Dao, or the Confucian Dao, she had strived to become someone others would look up to.