Reunion

Perhaps it was the male cultivator's gaze that was too frightening, or perhaps it was Sang Ying's expression that was too strange.

As the middle-aged male cultivator walked towards the crowd step by step, the disciples subconsciously made way for him.

"What's going on? Isn't that our senior uncle who just returned to the sect a few days ago?" Why is this senior uncle heading straight for Senior Sister Sang with such a menacing manner?

Dong Fuzhu, who had finally waited for her senior sister to return to the sect to greet her, was momentarily stunned.

Lan Fusheng answered her question, "Didn't you notice that our martial uncle also has the surname Sang?"

Dong Fuzhu's eyes widened immediately, filled with surprise.

However, at this moment, Sang Zheng's eyes were even wider than hers, as if she wanted to take a good look at the man clinging to her daughter's side and see who he was.

Before he could even open his mouth to question her, his outstretched hand was stopped by his daughter.

"Father, is that you?" At this moment, Sang Ying even thought she was dreaming.

Although she had already learned about her parents from Fang Chi, Sang Ying never imagined that she would meet them so soon.

The man before them looked exactly the same as when they left years ago; it seemed that all those years had left no trace on his face.

Her outstretched hand actually grasped the other person's sleeve, making Sang Ying realize with absolute certainty that the person in front of her was real, not someone she had imagined or dreamed of.

And so, under everyone's gaze, Sang Ying finally couldn't hold back her tears.

Only now has she realized that she is not as strong as she thought.

Having not seen his daughter for many years, the sight of her again brought tears to Sang Zheng's eyes. His anger was instantly extinguished; at that moment, he couldn't think of the stranger at all, his mind filled only with his beloved daughter.

"Sang Sang, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell, or did someone bully you?" As he finished speaking, Sang Zheng glared at Jiang Zhuoxue one last time.

Even though Jiang Zhuoxue's eyes were covered by a white veil, she could still feel the intense, targeted killing intent in that gaze.

But Jiang Zhuoxue wasn't afraid. If he could, he even wanted to move closer to Sang Ying under Sang Zheng's gaze.

Just thinking about Sang Zheng's words, "Why are you crying?" made him feel inexplicably choked up.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhuoxue took two steps back, completely handing the female sword cultivator beside her back to her father.

Sang Zheng noticed Jiang Zhuoxue's actions immediately and quickly reached out to pull his daughter in front of him.

This was the first time Sang Zheng had seen his daughter grow up. In his memory, Sang Ying was still that little girl who, because she couldn't master swordsmanship, would sulk while going to raid the lair of a level-one Demon Beast in the back mountain.

But in the blink of an eye, the somewhat temperamental little girl grew up. She lost her baby fat, and her former gentleness turned into a cold and aloof demeanor, making her seem very unapproachable.

Sang Zheng did not overlook the thick calluses on his daughter's hands. Even though she was already a Golden Core cultivator, these calluses left from practicing swordsmanship had never disappeared.

He suddenly felt like crying too. Sang Zheng recalled the rumors he had heard when he rushed back to the Flowing Light Sword Sect. He couldn't help but fantasize about what would have happened if he and his wife hadn't left, and if his daughter hadn't become Gu Huaiwei's disciple.

What would she look like now?

Perhaps Sang Ying wouldn't be as strong as she is now, nor would she have grown up to be as outstanding, but she would have suffered much less.

After all, Sang Zheng and his wife never expected their daughter to be particularly capable; they only hoped that she could live a happy life!

"I haven't suffered any injustice. I've lived a good life all these years." Sang Ying quickly suppressed the heat in her eyes.

Seeing that his daughter didn't want to say more, Sang Zheng naturally didn't ask any further questions.

He quickly changed the subject, going along with Sang Ying's suggestion. "Your mother is also in the clan now. She has missed you for many years. All these years, she has been waiting for this day to reunite with you."

As Sang Zheng spoke, he led his daughter into the sect.

Although the disciples watching had also missed their senior sister for a long time, none of them chose to step forward at this moment.

Before leaving, Sang Ying didn't forget to instruct Dong Fuzhu to look after her friends, "Those are friends who have shared life and death with me. Please entertain them for me. I will consult with the elders and my master about the rest."

Dong Fuzhu rarely received such an important task from her senior, so she immediately agreed.

After the father and daughter had completely disappeared from sight, Dong Fuzhu, along with Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin, went to find Fang Chi and the others.

"You have come from afar and are also my senior sister's good friends; you are truly my honored guests Ten Thousand Daos Born. My senior sister is now enjoying a rare reunion with her family, so I will be in charge of entertaining you all."

She smiled at Fang Chi, the only female cultivator among them, and said, "My name is Dong Fuzhu."

Fang Chi received a warm welcome from Dong Fuzhu and the others, while Jiang Zhuoxue was forced to endure countless glares from Bai Kejin and Dong Fuzhu. At this moment, Sang Ying was completely unaware of the extent of the hospitality she received from Dong Fuzhu and Jiang Zhuoxue. She was following in Sang Zheng's footsteps toward the main hall of the main peak.

Inside the hall was Wen Miaoshu, who had been anxiously waiting for a long time.

When her daughter's figure finally came into view, Wen Miaoshu could no longer hold back her tears and burst into tears.

She pulled Sang Ying into a tight embrace, as if this could make up for the pain of their years of separation.

Sang Ying was naturally excited as well, but she was always reserved and had prepared herself mentally beforehand, so she did not lose her composure in front of everyone in the main hall.

After Wen Miaoshu recovered from the shock, comforted by her dao companion and daughter, this usually gentle female cultivator, touching the calluses on her daughter's palms, couldn't help but curse, "Those damned bastards! I really didn't teach them a lesson enough!"

Although Sang Zheng and his wife had caused a lot of trouble for the sect leader and several elders during their years back in the Twin Orchid Realm, and had even completely sidelined the sect leader, Wen Miaoshu felt that she had been too lenient with them now that she saw her daughter.

Sang Ying listened quietly to her parents' outburst of anger, without saying a word.

The hardships she endured are all in the past; she can take revenge herself. There's no need to bring them up and cause them heartache.

Seeing that the family of three's emotions were gradually calming down, Jiulian finally spoke up, "Regardless of what happened before, the fact that junior brother and sister can reunite with Sang Ying is a great joy. They should be happy, so why think about those people and make themselves angry?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Jiulian is right!" Sang Zheng quickly replied, "We've finally reunited, we should be happy. As for those people from the Flowing Light Sword Sect, we'll have plenty of ways to deal with them later!"

Sang Zheng is a good-tempered and kind-hearted person, but that doesn't mean others can bully him at will. Before, the couple was focused on finding their daughter, and even when they caused trouble for the sect leader and the others, they didn't go all out.

Now that their daughter has been found, when they return to the Flowing Light Sword Sect, those ungrateful bastards will never have a moment's peace!

The couple made a decision in their hearts.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Elder Xiao, who had remained silent until now, couldn't help but speak up, "Family reunions are indeed rare, but the reason we summoned Sang Ying back today is not just for your reunion."

Even though he shouldn't have brought this up at this moment, Elder Xiao continued despite his junior brother's disapproving gaze, "We should at least ask for her opinion on this matter, after all, this trip to the Black Tortoise Realm is of great importance."

Just as Elder Xiao mentioned the Black Tortoise Realm to Sang Ying, the Mara Gate in Yao Zhou was also experiencing some trouble over the same matter.

The one who resented the most among the Mara Gate disciples was the female cultivator leading the group— Su Fuyun.