This was the happiest day of Qing Lin's life. For the first time, she held her head high without having to hide.
Along the way, no one dared cast strange looks at her anymore, and no one hurled insults at her.
Although she knew perfectly well that it was all because of the young master beside her, this feeling let her experience, for the first time, what it meant to be treated as a person.
"Qing Lin, you saw that, didn't you? These people bully the weak and fear the strong down to their very bones. As long as your fist is big enough, no one will dare offend you.
"Of course, not everything in this world can be solved with your fists. Exactly what you should do is still something you'll have to decide for yourself."
Qing Lin nodded, committing every word Xiao Yan said to memory. Then her eyes dimmed again. "I want to be as strong as you, young master, but I'm just too weak..."
"No one becomes strong overnight, and even a Dou Di isn't born that way. If you want to become strong, you have to train hard!
"If you truly want to become stronger, I can teach you."
Qing Lin's eyes lit up, but then a timid look crept back onto her face. "R-really... is that really all right?"
"Of course. I can't promise how strong you'll become, but I can at least give you the strength to protect yourself. In the future, you can also use that strength to protect the people you want to protect."
Xiao Yan's words filled Qing Lin with hope for life once more, and she resolved to become strong.
After returning to the Desert Iron Mercenary Group, Xiao Yan personally cleared and aligned Qing Lin's meridians.
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