He glanced at Gu Nanyi, whose expression had soured after losing her disciple, and felt deeply uncomfortable.
His daughter liked his eldest disciple, Xi Muyun. In the past, whenever Xi Muyun needed even some relatively precious cultivation resources, she had been willing to give them to him.
He had originally seen that Xi Muyun had excellent aptitude and decent character. Since his daughter liked him, he had planned to nurture Xi Muyun properly. Perhaps, in the future, Xi Muyun could even take over his position as Sect Master.
But now, it seemed that this absolutely would not do.
He was already opposing his own daughter over a woman. What would happen if he married his daughter to him?
Wouldn't his precious daughter end up suffering?
"No, Master."
Seeing Su Decheng's gaze grow colder and colder, Xi Muyun did not dare say anything more.
"Good. Don't let some trivial matter ruin the relationship between you and your junior sister after all these years."
Su Decheng's words carried an implicit warning.
After all, this was a disciple he had always taught and nurtured like a son. Although he no longer planned to marry his daughter to him, nor did he intend to cultivate him into the next Sect Master, Su Decheng still did not want to develop a rift with Xi Muyun.
"Yes."
Xi Muyun knew that his master was displeased and was warning him. He slowly lowered his eyes and respectfully retreated behind him.
Meanwhile, Su Qiao tucked the black-clad young boy under her arm, jumped directly onto the Flying Sword, and quickly returned to her Clear Lotus Peak under Xiao Si's guidance.
"Let go of me! Damn woman, let go of me!"
Zhong Lihan had never imagined that one day he would be carried under a woman's arm and flown