Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, then it was pushed open, and Su Qishan walked in. He looked much more haggard than he had a few days earlier, and there seemed to be more white hair at his temples.
The patriarch had personally sealed his Transcendent Stage Realm cultivation. Now, he could not muster even a trace of superpower within him and was no different from an ordinary father.
Though his eyes were red, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. It was an extremely complicated expression, but at the same time, he felt the relief of something long suppressed finally being released.
"Qianxue." Su Qishan's voice was a little hoarse. "I heard someone outside is forcing their way into the Su Clan."
Su Qianxue's lips moved. She wanted to speak, but she was too overwhelmed to get a single word out.
Su Qishan walked to her side and gently rested a hand on her shoulder. He could feel his daughter's shoulders trembling violently. "It's Lin Jin, isn't it?"
Su Qianxue nodded, and she could no longer hold back her tears. They slid silently down her cheeks and dripped onto the pristine white skirt of her wedding dress.
"You chose the right person." Su Qishan spoke very slowly, with a trace of comfort.
"Dad." Her muffled voice emerged, thick with tears. "Why did he come? Both the Su Clan and the Zhao Clan have patriarchs at the half-step divine domain. How can he beat them alone..."
As she spoke, she began to laugh, laughing through her tears. They ran past the corners of her mouth and into it, bitter and salty. "That idiot. When I said those things to him that day, I clearly told him he didn't have to give me an answer..."
Su Qishan drew his daughter into