Northwest Central Province, within Sword Forging Villa, Marquis of Knowing Fate had been in the Sword Forger Master's study for over half an hour and had yet to emerge.
Just as Yin'er was growing impatient from waiting, the door opened. Ning Chen walked out and said, "Let's go."
"Grandpa Sword Forger Master agreed?" Yin'er asked as she walked.
"Mm." Ning Chen nodded.
"What else did Grandpa Sword Forger Master say?" Yin'er continued asking.
"He said you were to behave. If you refuse to listen, whether I beat you or scold you is up to me." Ning Chen smiled.
"You're lying. Grandpa Sword Forger Master would never say something like that." Yin'er pouted, refusing to believe him.
"Heh."
Ning Chen chuckled softly. "Did you say goodbye to your mother?"
"Mm."
Yin'er answered, her expression unconsciously turning a little downcast.
Ning Chen rubbed the little girl's hair. "Study hard. You'll be back soon enough."
"Mm."
Yin'er nodded vigorously in response.
The two left Sword Forging Villa. Behind them, a beautiful woman stepped out, tears filling her eyes as she watched her daughter depart. Though reluctant to part, she forcibly held herself back and did not call out.
In the distance, Ning Chen did not turn around, yet he could still feel the gaze behind him. He could not help but sigh softly. The hearts of parents the world over were pitiable.
Within the villa's study, the Sword Forger Master looked into the distance, a trace of sentiment showing on his aged face. He was old. Someone needed to inherit the position of Sword Forger Master. Yin'er, whose meridians had been cleansed by Phoenix Blood, was undoubtedly the best candidate.
However, before that, Yin'er needed someone to guide her.
That Marquis of Knowing Fate was willing to take on this matter was a