As the Flying Swan Sect discussed joining forces with the other four major sects and persuading the Thousand Faces Old Ghost to assassinate Huang Tian...
In the capital of Qin Province, seven or eight luxurious carriages rolled out through the city gates under the escort of more than a hundred riders, heading along the broad, level road toward Kunyun Prefecture.
Inside the carriage at the center of the procession sat a pretty young woman and a gray-haired old woman.
The young woman was beautiful, but a trace of haughty pride in her eyes made her seem unapproachable. Frowning, she said with evident annoyance, "Father says he's sending me back to our old home in Kunyun Prefecture to pay respects at the graves, but he keeps bringing up someone called Huang Tian and telling me to spend more time with him—"
She sighed. "Can't I make my own decisions about marriage?"
The old woman gently reassured her. "Third Miss, the master never said you must marry Huang Tian. If the two of you get along, all the better. If not, you can return straight to the provincial capital after visiting the graves."
"Then we probably won't get along!"
Third Miss arched her fine brows. "Besides, Huang Tian is only the son of a maid from a second-rate family in a prefectural city. Even if his talent is decent, why does Father think so highly of him?"
The old woman shook her head. "His talent is far more than decent. He's one in ten million. So long as he survives, becoming a third-rank grandmaster is practically certain, and he has a good chance of reaching the second rank too! What does humble birth matter for someone like that? In this world, doesn't strength have the final say?"
Third Miss knitted her brows