"No, Daddy! If he can't even withstand the fan in my hands, what right does he have to be my grandmaster?"
Iron Fan stared at Minghe, rolling her eyes. She was a little contemptuous of how her father had immediately knelt and bowed the moment they met.
He'd accepted a disciple far too casually!
"Minghe, don't stop Iron Fan. She's right!"
Beichen spread his palm slightly. A wisp of Dao power fell, pushing Minghe aside.
Minghe fretted inwardly. Although the Supreme Yin Extreme Banana Fan isn't very powerful, it can blow a Grand Unity Golden Immortal a hundred li away! Even I, Minghe, am a late-stage Quasi-Saint, and I'd still be affected by its Water and Wind, my clothes blown into disarray! Iron Fan's actions will surely ruin my master's dignity. It's truly disrespectful!
Iron Fan had already stepped forward. "Daoist, are you ready? Behold the Charm of Wind in my Treasure Fan!"
She unleashed a flurry of swings at Beichen, determined to give him a good scare.
A gale sprang up along the banks of the River Styx. The sky darkened, and the sun and moon lost their light. Six-Eared Macaque hurried to dodge, and even Minghe stepped clear of the wind's path.
"Ever since I began cultivating, my Treasure Fan has never been thwarted! Even a mighty expert like my father was blown into disarray. Today, you, Daoist, are bound to be swept away by my fan!"
Iron Fan kept fanning wildly. She'd usually needed no more than three swings to blow a cultivator away, but this time she swung her fan eighty-one times before finally stopping, panting.
She looked toward where Beichen stood, smiling.
Suddenly, her expression darkened.
Beichen stood motionless, his clothes pristine, not a fold out of place.
Water shimmered around him, clear and limpid.