Adoptive Daughter

What did it mean to sever one's heart demon? Wen Mo'er was left speechless by the question.

She had seen the Sect Master before, more than once or twice, but always from afar. She had never been qualified to step forward and speak, and the protectors at the Sect Master's side would not permit just anyone to approach and disturb him. Today, she had truly been given the chance to speak with him face-to-face, and she had experienced this Sect Master's formidable nature firsthand. A single sentence had driven her into a corner with no way out.

If she said she was unwilling to sever this heart demon, then her supposed wholehearted pursuit of the Dao would be nothing but empty evasions.

If she said she was willing, she had already guessed what the Sect Master was going to say: he wanted her—to marry!

She had some idea of whom she was to marry. Otherwise, why would he have summoned her for no reason to look through the information collected on those sheets of paper? The Sect Master had already laid it bare, merely in a more tactful manner!

But how was she supposed to bear this? She did not even know whether that man was tall or short, fat or thin, ugly or not. How could she agree?

She had truly never imagined that she had been summoned here because of such a matter.

Yet, for her, some things were both unexpected and perfectly understandable. Before coming, she had already worried about this possibility. The troubles brought on by her looks had come again and again over the years. Whenever something happened and she was summoned, she would be on guard against this sort of thing. She had merely never expected that even the Sect Master could not rise