"I... Mm... I'm so sad... but I don't know what to do... How did Father die? Why didn't he wait until I came out of the mountain gate... I..." As Jiufang Su spoke, two streams of tears suddenly ran down her face. She did not cry aloud, but the sorrow flowing silently from her struck through my heart in an instant.
I took a deep breath and tried my best not to show too much grief. I only said lightly, "Your master knows. You've loved your father dearly since you were little, and he loved you just as deeply. When you were taken to the Whitecloud Sword Sect, he was clearly loath to part with you. But perhaps that was simply another form of fate. Your Grandmaster was skilled at deducing destiny; she should have seen that your father was destined to face a death tribulation he could not overcome. So taking you away was actually for your own good. After all, the outcome of being caught up in palace infighting was more brutal than you could imagine."
"I know... I never meant to blame Grandmaster... But I just miss Father... Every time I heard that he had come, I wanted to go see him... Once, I saw him standing by the mountain gate from far away. How I wanted to greet him... to call him Father... But my senior sisters wouldn't let me... I never thought that would be the last time I saw him..." Jiufang Su said sorrowfully.
I reached out and gently wiped away her tears. "Life is unpredictable. Reunions and farewells are both heartbreaking. Your master knows that you've suffered a great injustice, but from now on, I won't let you be alone and helpless again. As for your father, the first half of his life