Before nightfall, Wang Chen and Wang Zhenzhen arrived at a small town.
There was only one inn in town. Fortunately, the two of them were lucky enough to find vacant rooms.
Otherwise, they would have had to sleep out in the open.
Of course, even Wang Zhenzhen was used to camping in the wilderness by now, but with an inn available, there was no need to make things hard on themselves.
Their rooms were next to each other. Just as Wang Chen was about to rest, someone gently knocked on his door. "Father."
Wang Chen got up and opened the door, asking with a smile, "What is it?"
Wang Zhenzhen wrinkled her nose. "Your daughter has something she wants to ask you."
Wang Chen rubbed her head. "Come in."
He shut the door, lit the candle on the table, and said, "Do you want to ask about Huo Wuji?"
A faint blush rose on Wang Zhenzhen's pretty face as she nodded hesitantly.
For some reason, from the time they had met until now, the young man's appearance and voice had lingered in her mind.
Gathering her courage, she asked, "Father, why were you unwilling to take him as your disciple?"
"Why should I take him?"
Wang Chen countered, "Your father has neither kinship nor friendship with him, covets none of his treasures, and owes him no favor."
Wang Zhenzhen was stumped. She stammered, "But... but he looked so pitiful!"
"There are many pitiful people in this world."
Wang Chen said, "Your father cannot help every single one of them."
He looked at his daughter, a trace of tenderness in his eyes. "Zhen'er, your father knows you have a favorable impression of this Huo Wuji. But have you ever considered where that favorable impression came from?"
Wang Zhenzhen froze.
Yes, why