"All right, you little girl. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and now you've become a towering figure capable of standing on your own."
"When we meet again, it isn't life and death parting. There's no need to make it so sorrowful!"
A smile tugged at Su Shi'er's lips as he waved his hand.
As he spoke, Immortal Essence flowed from his palm, immediately helping Feng Fei up from the ground.
His eyes rolled slightly, filled with an indescribable tenderness.
The immortal path was long, and along the way to this day, Feng Fei was not the only disciple Su Shi'er had taken.
Yet his feelings for this little girl ran the deepest.
A teacher for a day, a father for life. That was naturally one reason, but not the only one.
The road of bearing a blood feud as deep as the sea had never been easy to walk.
In his early years of cultivation, Su Shi'er had traveled alone. It could not be said that he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, but tortured by hatred, his temperament had unknowingly drifted toward extremes.
Then, that ignorant little girl and her grandfather had saved his heavily wounded self, forging this bond.
And it was precisely during those days when the little girl cared for him that the grandfather and granddaughter, though mere mortals, brought him tremendous enlightenment in his state of mind.
To save one life was better than building a seven-story pagoda!
It was a simple truth, yet cultivators and mortals who could truly accomplish it were few and far between.
That experience from those years had, to a certain extent, shaped Su Shi'er's conduct thereafter. Imperceptibly, it kept the blaze of hatred from completely devouring his reason and causing his