Dugu Bo was dumbfounded too.
Was this his daughter?
Had Dugu Bo not watched his daughter undergo Martial Soul Evolution from start to finish, he probably would have thought she had been switched with someone else.
Dugu Yan had changed so dramatically that Dugu Bo might not even have recognized her had he passed her on the road.
Now, Dugu Yan had a cool, clear oval face, her complexion like jade and her skin fairer than snow. Her lovely eyes were as limpid as autumn waters, and she looked fresh and otherworldly, like a dewdrop on a green lotus blossom, crystalline and dazzlingly pure.
What drew particular attention was the area below Dugu Yan's neck. The simplest assessment was that she was about on par with Zhu Zhuqing now-a ridge viewed from the front, a peak viewed from the side.
That was already the highest praise.
Dugu Yan said gratefully, "Jiang Che, thank you."
For the first time, she truly felt how fearsome a dragon-type Martial Soul was.
Those things had been treasures in her family's collection, but without Li Tian's guidance, they would probably have gathered dust forever.
Li Tian leaned against the stone wall and teased, "I've heard enough verbal thanks."
"In your dreams."
Dugu Yan rolled her eyes at him and turned away, her chin slightly raised, perfectly unapologetic in her haughtiness.
How could she possibly miss what Jiang Che's tone implied?
Standing to one side, Dugu Bo stroked his beard and smiled.
Had anyone else spoken to his granddaughter like that, they would probably have been reduced to a puddle of blood long ago, but Jiang Che was different.
The more the two behaved this way, the happier Dugu Bo felt.
That was precisely why he had let Li Tian pick through his medicinal storehouse as