"Are you satisfied now?"
The Great Mage Xuandu looked at his disciple who could scarcely conceal her joy. It was a sight that made his heart ached slightly.
There were a total of four generations of disciples in the Human Sect, including Saint Taiqing himself, and this number didn't even rival the bustling family of Heavenly King Yuan Shi.
So, their bond was naturally strong. Saint Taiqing treated him and his son equally, and he saw Linglong no differently than his own daughter.
The closer their bond, the more it hurt.
He had painstakingly watched his daughter grow up, and just when she had begun to dutifully attend to him, she had already found a suitor?
"Yuer, do you remember what you said before?"
"What?"
The Great Mage Xuandu played a "VCR" clip:
"Master, there's something off about Ji Changsheng."
"Give him your Jade Sword to protect him and ensure he isn't in danger."
"Master, I don't believe he's the reincarnation of the South Pole's Emperor Changsheng."