"Jianjia, how is it?"
The young people from the Discipline Hall all gathered around her.
"Not bad. Pretty tiring. I'll rest for a moment, then continue immediately. If you have no hope yourselves, then stand guard for me."
Lin Jianjia said lightly.
"No problem."
"Jianjia, the seniors of the Sword Soul Hall—especially your father—will definitely be proud when they see what you've achieved."
"It must be causing quite a stir over there. After all, the inheritance of the Taixu Sword Demon hasn't appeared in a long time."
Lin Jianjia smiled faintly.
She could guess that in the territory belonging to her father, all those uncles and aunts would surely lavish praise upon her, using it to flatter her father.
The more they did so, the more secure her position as the legitimate daughter would become.
She was delighted inside, but she still kept a straight face and said modestly:
"This has only just begun. The character for eight hasn't even got its first stroke yet. It'll only become harder from here on, so I can't celebrate too early. I'll do my best."
"Mm-hmm!"
This feeling of being surrounded by people and admired by all was wonderful.
Lin Jianjia was about to continue.
Suddenly, she spotted two irritating figures in a distant corner.
"That Lin brat... Lin Feng? How did those two get mixed up together?"
She knew those two all too well.
She had also participated in the plan involving the ninth-level sword tower last time.
If Lin Jianchen had not been greedy for credit, she would likely have finished dealing with Li Tianming already.
"Jianjia saw them?"
"Those two eyesores being on the same sword stele as us is bad luck enough. Should we make a move and sweep these two flies out?"
"Look at that Lin brat, still