Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

The subsequent dinner party was all too normal. Various forces casually ate and drank without any real intention of communication. There was already a barrier between everyone, and coupled with different influences, this barrier was deeper, leading to the conversations during dinner being utterly unremarkable, filled only with standard polite pleasantries.

However, Sister Yinghan sat next to Yuchi. Although she still had no intention of taking off her mask, her demeanor of being so docile and submissive truly displayed a delicate girl’s posture, sparking endless fantasies.

Finally, the dinner party ended, and everyone dispersed, returning to their respective residences.

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Song Qingshan looked at his daughter with a dark expression: ”Didn’t you insist on leaving Diqing City right away when you came? You said that you would go back immediately after dinner? Why aren’t you going back now?”

Song Yinghan: ”Because the man I like is in Diqing City.”

Wow, that straightforward? Song Qingshan was filled with a profound sense of powerlessness, the whole white-haired and silver-bearded old man looked utterly disheartened: ”Then when do you plan to go back?”

”I haven’t had a good talk with Yuchi yet.”

Shaking his head, there’s no rush, what’s the hurry, along with cultivation, a slow relaxation is needed. The outcome of retreating in cultivation is quite tragic. Song Yinghan, still wearing her mask, said directly: ”If you have things to attend to, you can go back first. After I’m done here, I’ll go back.”

Song Qingshan: ”?”

If I leave, can you return unscathed?

With a bitter heart, Song Qingshan asked, ”Haven’t you already reached that stage with him?”

Although her face blushed slightly, Song Yinghan answered very seriously: ”Yes, I have given him everything I could offer. Dad, I have told you many times, I truly like him, deeply love him. You can stop this once, but stopping it every time, it really makes people uncomfortable.”

”And why do you think my judgment would be flawed? Why do you think I can’t determine my own marriage? Moreover, why do you think I have to follow your arrangements? Then you’d better raise a dog, or when the big competition of the fairy sects comes, I’ll get you a spirit beast to raise.”

”I’m not the continuation of your life, I’m the expansion of your life.”

The implication: Old man, please consider this, things have been made so clear, you really don’t need to act this way, why bother?

Behind the mask, Song Qingshan was almost in tears.

Gosh, that Yuchi really is something, truly a heartless dog, Yuchi! My daughter, she’s been taken by this pig, ugh... gasp!

”Dog Yuchi, don’t ever let me have the opportunity to speak to you alone, or I’ll nip your mushroom!”

”Puff!”

Spitting out three liters of blood, Song Qingshan ultimately sighed: ”Sigh, fine then, I’m going back first. You can stay here in Diqing City for a couple of days. Once you go back, focus on cultivating well. In the end, I just want your strength to be a bit more formidable. In these times, it’s hard to trust anyone other than family. Once you’re stronger, your ability to face risks will be stronger, and you won’t be truly cornered.”

Unable to bear, looking at Song Qingshan turning away, Song Yinghan couldn’t help but say: ”Dad, you have to trust me, you have to trust my judgment. Since I am your daughter, do you really think your daughter has poor foresight? Moreover, the world contains not only dangers but also happiness. Wouldn’t it be the safest if you didn’t let me be born into this world?”

”And cultivation itself is dull. Even if Yuchi is an ordinary person, what of it? He can make me happy, give me a genuine satisfied smile, so why would you view this as some kind of punishment?”

”I would die without regrets.”

Paused: ”About mom...”

”Don’t mention your mom, haven’t I admitted defeat?”

Song Qingshan immediately refused, covering his ears, then took off into the sky: ”Alright, alright, I’m going back now. After two years, I’ll come to trouble that dog Yuchi. Enjoy your last days of happiness for now.”

With a booming sound, he launched into the air, echoed by exclamations throughout Diqing City.

Song Qingshan left in a hurry, leaving Song Yinghan standing on the street watching his figure gradually fade into the sky, feeling warmth slowly build in her heart. It turns out her old man, although stubborn and proud, still loves her deeply.