"Young Master, I never imagined that under your guidance, Ming Zhi would change so astonishingly in just a few short days."
"Your great kindness to the Ming Family will never be forgotten."
"From now on, whatever you ask of us, the Ming Family will never refuse."
The moment Chen Changan appeared, Ming Yunjing eagerly made her position—and the Ming Family's—clear.
It was less an expression of gratitude than a chance to cling firmly to Chen Changan's coattails.
"Ming Zhi has excellent talent."
"Just give her your Ming Family's full support."
"As for swordsmanship and cultivation, you don't need to worry. We didn't have much time, but she's clever and remembered everything she needed to learn."
"Your main priority is to provide her with the best resources you can, to help her grow."
"She's still a little young. When she's around fourteen or fifteen, let her go and make her own way in the world."
"Understood?"
Ming Yunjing nodded repeatedly at Chen Changan's words. "Rest assured, Young Master. Ming Zhi's talent represents the Ming Family's future and hope. We would never take this lightly."
"Good."
"I didn't come here to talk about Ming Zhi."
"The person who left my father's sword manual with you must have told you where I should go and what I should do after I got it, right?" Chen Changan asked.
"They did."
"They told you to go to the Qingming Sect."
"Only..."
Seeing Ming Yunjing hesitate, Chen Changan furrowed his brow and asked, "Only what?"
"Young Master, the Qingming Sect's old ancestor is said to have reached the Emperor Dao Realm, one of the Three Emperors Realms."
"With your cultivation as it is now, you might not be his match," Ming Yunjing said with concern.
"Are you saying I might end up fighting the Qingming Sect