At that moment, the Ghost King Sect's leader—in other words, Biyao's father—had a huge string of question marks over his head.
He nearly thought he had misheard.
If he hadn't been sure he wasn't old enough to suffer from failing eyesight and hearing, he would have thought those words had been an illusion.
Although he had no idea what had gotten into his daughter, as her father, he naturally couldn't easily let a stranger take her away.
Thus, Biyao's father turned around and refused Jiang Siming. "Senior, although I may not be very capable, I still can't just stand by and watch you take my daughter away."
But before Jiang Siming could say anything, Biyao had already started arguing with her father.
"Dad, we're leaving of our own free will!"
"Shut up!" Biyao's father roared in fury, while suspicion had already begun to creep into his heart.
He suspected that this brat had given his daughter some kind of bewitching potion. Seeing how attractive the brat was to women, he could now be certain.
Jiang Siming must have used that face of his to enchant his precious daughter.
But when he thought about it, something seemed off. Why did You Qingguan seem to have fallen for him too? Since when had she started liking pretty boys?
Though his heart was filled with countless doubts, Biyao's father still had to put on an air of understanding everything.
Who would have thought that his precious daughter no longer listened to him at all?
"Husband, my dad won't agree. Do it—tear down my home!"
Hearing this, everyone in the Ghost King Sect's jaws dropped. Was this really their young sect leader?
Or was she an undercover agent sent by another sect?
Biyao's father was so furious that he shouted, "Qingguan, take this brat