After Chen Ze left, Lin Bingchun noticed Lin Xiaoqing's gaze and gently patted her shoulder.
"Qing'er, I know what you're thinking, but now is not the time.
"The road of cultivation is long. Now that you have stepped onto this path, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
"What you need to do now is lay a solid foundation. You must not rush ahead recklessly.
"When your strength has grown, the day will naturally come when you can help your master."
"Rest assured, Father. Qing'er understands." Lin Xiaoqing nodded in reply.
"Qing'er, go back and rest well first. Adjust your condition. Starting tomorrow, I will personally guide your cultivation."
"Yes, Father."
Lin Xiaoqing obediently nodded, turned, and left. Her steps were steady, but her heart was still far from calm.
Watching Lin Xiaoqing's departing figure, a trace of complexity flashed through Lin Bingchun's eyes, and he sighed inwardly.
His daughter had truly grown up. She could now cultivate immortality, and he no longer had to worry.
He recalled his countless failures. There had once been a time when he had given up completely and no longer held any fantasies.
All he had wanted was to let Lin Xiaoqing live happily and safely through her life for as long as time allowed.
Yet when the Spirit Realm Envoy appeared, it seemed that he had seen hope once more.
That hope was not merely for breaking through the shackles of his cultivation. More importantly, it gave him hope for Lin Xiaoqing.
He had desperately wanted to enter the Spirit Realm and seek that sliver of hope.
But he had never expected that before he could even go to the Spirit Realm, hope would become reality.
Not only had Lin Xiaoqing embarked upon the path of cultivation, she had done so