Jiang Zhenqing narrowed his eyes with a half-smile, teasing her.
The next second, a slap came flying.
He never could have imagined that his little sister would dare give him such a vicious smack right in front of their dad. Caught off guard, he was sent flying.
"Ah..."
"Hehe! Daddy, listen to my explanation. The ill-fated bond between Lin Heng and me—no, I mean our fate—goes back a very, very long time..."
"It was a bright and sunny night in Dingyang City, with fierce winds sweeping dark clouds across the sky..."
"Man! Hold it right there!" Jiang Zhao's mouth twitched violently. "Girl, do you hear the nonsense coming out of your own mouth? Bright and sunny, and it was fucking nighttime?"
"And fierce winds rolling in dark clouds—what, exactly? What kind of heavenly phenomenon is that? It's even got a fucking romantic flair to it!"
"Ah... I-I just described the circumstances wrong."
She still wanted to keep arguing?
Jiang Zhao took a deep breath and raised a hand to cut her off. "Enough, enough. Sigh."
He turned away and said no more.
Things had come to this; there was nothing left to say.
The eldest daughter he had painstakingly raised through the latter half of his life was acting so coy and affected before some greenhorn brat, like a little woman.
If someone said the two of them were purely friends, would you believe it?
After he stopped bothering with the brother and sister, Jiang Zhao went to meet the Dugu Clan.
No matter what, he had to go say hello to Dugu Old Ghost and the others.
Three days later.
The battlefield in this part of the Northern Domain had been cleared, officially brought under the rule of the Heavenly Mystery Imperial Office.
However, they had only captured one-fifth