So his journey of chivalry and righteousness had revealed and suited his personality all along. But why he had ultimately married a mortal woman—and what had happened between them—would probably only become clear after seeking out the girl's hometown.
Since she was the daughter of an old friend and fate had tied her so deeply to me, I would naturally treat her well. After investigating her cultivation heritage anew, I directly passed on to her the supreme art of Cold Immortal Mountain—the Heavenly-ranked cultivation method of the White Cloud Sword Sect. At her age, it was not too late to start cultivating a new mental cultivation method, and her aptitude was outstanding as well. In time, she would surely stand at the summit of the Ninth Heaven, just as her father had in his prime.
"Master is right... My mother took me around and consulted who knows how many immortals, yet no one believed there could be an immortal so down-and-out... Immortals had always been dazzling and splendid. Who would want to dress in coarse hemp clothes like a mortal..." Meng Daozhi sighed.
"There are always immortals who hold fast to their own principles. Gorgeous silks and fine clothes are one thing, but coarse hemp clothes aren't necessarily bad. Your father might not have abandoned you and your mother. He simply may have been unable to return because of certain matters. Immortals have no shortage of helpless situations. At every step, aren't they standing on the edge of an abyss and defying Heaven's will? Perhaps he loved your mother deeply as well, but had no choice... And since he had you with your mother, they must have loved each other. Otherwise, your mother wouldn't have willingly endured all this..." I spoke calmly.
"Master is right. I was too indignant on