Yang Lingqing looked at Lin Qiao, whose aura was now condensed and steady, her cultivation profound, and the image of her first stepping onto the Dao Path could not help flashing through her mind.
Back then, Lin Qiao had received Chen Yang's divine ability baptism alongside Yang Yuanxing and the others. Yang Lingqing had then taken a liking to her, selected her for Chengzuo Peak, and set her upon the arduous path of climbing Longyin Peak.
At that time, Lin Qiao had still been a little girl who felt wronged by the pain of her injuries, secretly wept over her failures to climb the peak, and curled up in her arms after awakening from severe wounds to pour out her heart.
Yet today, this female cultivator who had once been timid and cowardly had endured the baptism of battlefield struggles and vicious demon-slaying battles. She had transformed into a rising prodigy watched by every side in the Northwest, one who even made many Central Region forces turn their heads in notice.
"Traveling afar is never easy, and demon-slaying is fraught with peril. You have suffered these past years in the Southwest."
Yang Lingqing slowly stepped forward and helped Lin Qiao up. In a soft voice, she said, "The accomplishments you earned on the front lines have appeared in the battle reports sent home at regular intervals. You are the standard-bearer of the Yang Family Sacred Land's younger generation of cultivators, as well as an example of their striving spirit. The Yang Clan is proud of you."
Lin Qiao's nose tingled at her words. She shook her head and said, "Patriarch, you praise me too highly. Born in the Sacred Land, I should naturally take demon-slaying and defending the Dao as my duty. There are many fellow cultivators on this journey