Du Qingxiao was deeply conflicted, while the Dust-Cleansing Old Daoist also knew he could not answer this question. He could only pace anxiously at the side, his heart likely even more on tenterhooks than his daughter's.
Du Qingxiao slowly raised her head. When she looked at me, her bright eyes inevitably held a trace of uncertainty. It was clear that she was a woman of considerable calculation. When she assassinated me back then, everyone else had given up, yet she alone had not. This showed that whether in mindset or in assessing the situation, she was an exceptional immortal—completely different from Little Qingxiao.
Bringing Little Qingxiao along had really just been for fun. I also knew that the little girl was self-willed by nature and would never agree to my request. As for giving Du Qingxiao this opportunity, I was actually giving the Dust-Cleansing Old Daoist an assurance. Otherwise, as the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect's outpost, the Dust-Cleansing Immortal Sect would never hand everything over to Heavenly City. This was also part of the marriage alliance.
How could the Dust-Cleansing Old Daoist not understand my meaning? So he no longer cared whether he was reaching above his station. If he still lacked that much worldly insight, he would never have made it this far.
"I've long heard that the City Lord is magnanimous and a wise ruler of the Nine Heavens. This little woman would never have dared refuse in the first place, but... could you allow me some time to think it over?" Du Qingxiao said awkwardly.
"Good heavens, child, what is there to think about at a time like this?!" The Dust-Cleansing Old Daoist immediately grew anxious.
I raised a hand to signal the Dust-Cleansing Old Daoist to calm down. Then I looked at the flustered Du Qingxiao