Thereafter, every morning, Jiang Fu'an set aside some time to come to the training grounds that had been opened atop Clear Dew Mountain.
There, he taught the Jiang Family cultivators the tricks of casting spells, methods of adapting to enemies in battle, and how to wield the artifacts in their hands.
Though he did not have much experience fighting cultivators, his understanding of the Five Elements spells was exceptionally thorough.
Coupled with the hunting experience he had gained from roaming the mountains and forests year-round, tangling with wild beasts,
he had more than enough ability to teach these young men and women, who had scarcely left Clear Dew Mountain since they began cultivating.
For several days in a row, he caught sight of Yue'er standing quietly at the edge of the crowd, staring in this direction without blinking.
Jiang Fu'an knew perfectly well what his daughter was thinking.
But cultivation ultimately depended on talent. No matter how dearly he loved her, he was powerless to change the fact that she had no Spiritual Root.
That day, after his explanation came to an end, the cultivators dispersed in twos and threes to spar and practice.
When Jiang Fu'an raised his eyes, he saw Yue'er silently turn around and slowly head down the mountain path.
Her head was lowered, her shoulders slightly slumped, carrying an indescribable loneliness.
Just then, a flash of inspiration struck Jiang Fu'an, and an idea suddenly came to him.
He hurried several steps after her. "Yue'er, wait."
Yue'er stopped and turned back, her eyes somewhat puzzled.
Jiang Fu'an smiled and asked, "The clan's small tournament is half a year from now. Do you want to take part?"
"I can participate too?"
Her face was filled with disbelief, but the glimmer that had just lit up in her eyes