Hua Ke had sent the old lady to the neighboring room, while Song Ruo looked me up and down. Only after a long while did she manage to blurt out, "Are you sure she's your daughter!?"
"Of course she is. Why do you have so many questions?" I shot her a glare. There was no way I could say otherwise at a time like this. Although she wasn't my biological daughter, I had always raised her as my own. Whatever Ling Tian and Ru Xue had, she would have her share as well. There had never been any favoritism.
"Wait... So the daughter takes after her mother too?" Song Ruo looked utterly shocked. I widened my eyes, suddenly at a loss for words. Seeing that I remained silent, Song Ruo continued, "It's one thing for the son to have the bearing and appearance of a dragon and phoenix, but the daughter is also a rare beauty. It goes without saying what the mother must look like. Yet you, Junior Sect Master... you seem to..."
"I'm so ugly, so how did I end up with such a son and daughter?" I gave a soft snort. I had wanted to flick her on the forehead, but then I remembered that I couldn't beat her. I immediately abandoned the idea and could only hold it in.
"Well... that's not what I meant. No, I mean, you're quite lucky. Neither child takes after you. Thank goodness, thank goodness..." Song Ruo wasn't very good at being tactful. At least she had no intention of lying.
I smiled helplessly. Of course I knew what she meant, but I couldn't be bothered to argue. After all, I was old and ugly now, and even my voice sounded like a drake's quack.
As we spoke, Hua Ke had