Valley Master Nie heard this and spoke lightly, "When I devised this plan, I had already thought it through and made arrangements on two fronts. More than two months was enough time for Xiao Yu to return to Hui Chun Valley. If she could come back, so much the better. First, we could bring Xiao Yu into the limelight and formally introduce her to the martial world. Second, we could choose a fine husband for her, fulfilling your mother's last wish and putting one more matter in your father's heart to rest."
Nie Qianrong wiped away her tears. "Mother loved little sister most of all. I remember that, back then, she could not set her mind at ease over little sister's marriage and personally took her to the Matchmaker Temple in Mochou City to make a wish."
"Alas, yes." Valley Master Nie's gaze passed through the hall and rested on the silent night sky beyond the house. "It is destined that after tomorrow, Xiao Yu will no longer be able to return to the Matchmaker Temple to fulfill that vow."
"Father, do not grieve. Is there not still a whole day tomorrow? Perhaps by the time the tournament ends tomorrow, little sister will have rushed back in time and, beaming from ear to ear, see the husband you selected for her—a dragon-riding son-in-law."
"Hehe... alas, let us hope so." Valley Master Nie had clearly long passed the age of indulging in empty fantasies. He sighed. "Miracles—I stopped believing in miracles long ago. I only hope that Xiao Yu can return safely. Even if it takes much longer, I am willing to wait..."
Just as they spoke, a voice rang out. "Father, you should still restrain your grief."
The two turned their heads. Another woman who looked somewhat like Nie Qianrong