Xu Changqing's brows knotted together. He crouched down until his gaze was level with Linglong's, his tone as serious as could be. "What is it?"
Linglong shook her head, yet her tone was unusually certain. "Daddy, I can't explain it.
"I didn't see anything, and I didn't hear anything. It's just a feeling.
"A feeling that something here is waiting for me, something very important.
"If I miss it, it'll be gone forever."
Xu Changqing did not press her further after hearing that. He did not even say a word.
He simply remained crouched there, staring straight into his daughter's eyes.
The imposing aura with which he had refused to yield before the Lord of the Ruins moments ago was gone.
Now, he was like a balloon pierced by a needle, completely deflated.
He was not afraid of the Lord of the Ruins, nor was he afraid of dying once.
But he was afraid of this.
Once he agreed, Linglong would have to remain in this Guixu graveyard, filled with dragon bones and dragon souls.
But if he forcibly took her away, he would be cutting off a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.
Having risen from a Spirit Farmer to the Great Dao Venerable's personal disciple, Xu Changqing knew better than anyone what an "opportunity" meant to a cultivator.
What was more, this was an even rarer opportunity from the Dragon Clan.
Zhao Ziyue stood nearby. He looked at Xu Changqing's expression, then at the earnest Linglong, before suddenly transmitting his voice. "Old Xu, don't forget I'm here too.
"Though the Lord of the Ruins is the master here and governs everything,
"I'm an Angler, and I hold a portion of Guixu's authority in my hands.
"Leaving aside everything else, watching over and even protecting Linglong for you would be more than easy."