"Good, very good!"
Zhao Si's Serpent Spear pierced the dream Radagon's head for the eighth time.
He encouraged Ranni. "This fake Radagon is clearly weaker than before."
Ranni felt exhausted too, utterly drained inside.
She had thrown herself into Radagon's arms eight times already.
How could she put it? For a girl her age, having to hug her father was rather embarrassing.
Especially since their father-daughter relationship was poor.
Ranni had already taken the first step with great courage. She just needed to find the right feeling.
From the feel of their exchanges, Zhao Si could tell that the dream Radagon was growing weaker and weaker. His attacks were no longer as fierce as before.
It was clearly working, but they still needed a stronger dose.
"What exactly should we do?" Ranni asked Zhao Si.
"What should we do..." Zhao Si racked his brains. "Asking you to forgive him is impossible, right?"
It was impossible, when he thought about it.
Who could simply let go of their hatred? Not even if he was her own father.
Radagon had not only subjected her to a high-pressure education, forcing her to study things she disliked.
He had also abandoned his wife and children to marry someone new.
Not to mention that he and Marika were two beings in one.
However she looked at it, however she thought about it, he would never be forgiven.
"Right. I gave it some thought." Ranni was honest too. "Impossible. Forgiving him is impossible. Absolutely impossible."
It seemed Ranni really was trying hard. Nor was she stupid; she could hear what Zhao Si was getting at.
Playing on his emotions, daughters often being their fathers' weak spots-she was familiar with such ideas.
But Radagon was not that sort of person.
Radagon was rational, not a father whose