When Zhao Min saw that Li Yan did not answer immediately, she could not help but worry. Her mother had died beneath the Heavenly Tribulation—her father must not come to harm as well, must he?
But Zhao Min soon understood why Li Yan had not answered right away. After pondering briefly, Li Yan finally spoke as though choosing his words carefully.
"Min'er, when it comes to Master's feelings, all of us know quite well. Mistress has been gone for a long time, yet Master has remained alone all these years.
"Master has not cultivated a heart of iron and stone. On the contrary, his love and care for us disciples, and for you, run deep and thick. Naturally, he himself has feelings as well. Wouldn't you agree?"
After saying this, Li Yan stopped and did not continue. Zhao Min was clever as ice and snow, and she immediately understood what he meant. Yet her expression remained as still as an ancient well.
"You mean Father and Peak Master Li are together now?"
"Yes. What is your attitude toward this?"
"I..."
At Li Yan's questioning, her snow-like lovely face finally changed. A deeply complicated expression appeared on it.
At that moment, she recalled that woman in palace robes, lovely as a flower, as though she were standing ahead and smiling at her. For a time, the room fell silent.
"The immortal path stretches endlessly. Father... should have his own road as well!"
More than forty breaths later, Zhao Min's expression slowly returned to normal. She had long known of Li Yuyin's feelings for her father, but Wei Zhongran had never brought it up, so Zhao Min had naturally not wished to speak of it either.
Yet during this time, someone would mention it intentionally or otherwise. That person was Li Changting,