"This is the fine daughter you raised. She even hinted that the clan should send her offerings! Why should we? Because she took a Spirit Transformation master as her teacher? Or because she neglected the family entirely and suppressed and excluded fellow clan disciples?
Yunxi is also my daughter. Why have I never seen her flaunt the fact that she took a Spirit Transformation master as her teacher? Instead, she moved the Wei Family from remote Kunyu City to Haoran City to develop, provided cultivation resources for the family, and treated her fellow clansmen with kindness.
The family's most profitable spirit stone-making formula now was contributed by Yunxi. I had not even cared for Yunxi before, yet she became the backbone of the Wei Family.
You held Yunqing in the palm of your hand, yet now you cannot even contact her? She never appeared when the family faced hardship, but whenever things went smoothly, she emerged to demand resources. In the end, you simply do not know how to raise a daughter. You are far inferior to Feng Jiayun! I truly regret it now!"
After saying that, he flicked his sleeve and returned to his secluded cultivation quarters, activating the formation.
Du Ruolan, who had been sent flying by the slap, was deathly pale. Her expression was exceedingly complicated—anger, resentment, disappointment, and desolation flitted across her face one after another. Then she began to weep silently. She understood exactly what Wei Lingyue meant by "regret."
Yunxi had been watching the farce in Wei Lingyue's courtyard with her divine sense, amusement written all over her face. Wei Lingyue was clearly putting on a show for her, hoping she would not resent him as her father too much and wanting Du Ruolan and Wei Yunqing to share some of the fire directed