When the Female Emperor Had Her Strictest Master

"Of course. How could my Chi Tianfeng's daughters be ordinary?"

At this moment, Chi Tianfeng had shed some of the composed prudence he displayed while managing family affairs.

He had daughters late in life, and they were two such extraordinary gems. Now that he was alone with his Dao companion, he proudly stroked his short beard.

But then, as though recalling something, he frowned slightly.

"It's just that as they've grown up, more and more people have come knocking. Yesterday, that Supreme Elder from the Heavenly Martial Holy Land personally came again to plead for his grandson. The gifts alone have nearly filled the side hall used for receiving guests."

Hearing this, Qin Suyao's smile also faded, and she let out a soft sigh.

"The tree longs for stillness, but the wind never stops. With Yao'er and Xuan'er's talent, and faces like theirs, they are destined not to live peaceful lives.

"Born into such a Great Era of Dao Attainment, I only hope they will possess enough strength to protect themselves in the future."

"Isn't that so? Sometimes I wonder..."

Tap... tap...

Suddenly, while the husband and wife were speaking in low voices, footsteps sounded from the entrance to Dao-Unifying Cliff.

Two youths of about fifteen or sixteen hurried over.

The youth in front wore white robes.

He was handsome, with a hint of steadiness already between his brows, yet he did not seem stiff or old-fashioned. Instead, the slight upward curve of his lips gave him a spring-breeze-like warmth.

The youth half a step behind him wore a fitted black outfit. His features were identical to the former's, but his bearing carried more heroism and sharpness.

These two were the sons of Song Canghai, the peak Saint King rogue cultivator who had vanished without a trace after setting foot