Of course.
Frustrated as he was.
And much as he wanted to complain.
Qing Qing Cang was not about to change his mind at this critical juncture. Nor would he embarrass his daughter in front of so many people just because Qing Yan Jing had lost her composure and rushed over to find him. For example, keeping Lu Yuan outside the Floating Tu Ancient Clan's grand array and refusing to let him in, forcing his daughter to beg her own Father—such an awkward move was beneath him.
His displeasure was directed solely at Lu Yuan.
Collateral damage was unacceptable.
That was part of a Father's self-discipline.
And part of a man's basic bottom line.
Thus, after noticing Qing Yan Jing, although Qing Qing Cang was indeed suppressing a surge of anger, after a brief silence and some thought, he still spoke fairly and gave a final verdict on the matter that had been endlessly disputed.
"Let him in."
That was what he said.
But Qing Qing Cang was not about to throw away his dignity over it.
He still knew how to save face when necessary.
Or rather, he had prepared for this long ago.
Half belittling, half assigning responsibility, he said, "After all, hundreds of years ago, when he visited our clan, he returned those cultivation arts to us. That is an undeniable fact. Even for the sake of that alone, our clan should not bar him from entering. Of course, that does not give him grounds to demand repayment for a favor, much less justify him reaching for my daughter. Besides, he and Jing'er are not particularly suitable in age. Since he can be considered a hero, it would be better to lay everything out plainly and settle it face-to-face."
As for Qing Qing Cang's attempt to save