Pei Xiaohan felt she couldn't let her master remain lost in that phantom from a hundred years ago. 'It will definitely impede her progress on the Great Dao!'
"Master, that man…"
Before Pei Xiaohan could finish, Lin Qianyan tapped her on the head with her duster, which was as white as misty clouds.
"Xiaohan, don't be so rude. When I adopted you, I gave you my husband's surname. You should call him 'Father'."
'Fa… Father?!'
'Why should I call a mortal who turned to dust a hundred years ago, and has probably been reincarnated countless times since, my father?'
Pei Xiaohan felt a pang of indignation in her heart, but she also understood the man's importance to her master. No matter how much her master doted on her, if she dared show even the slightest disrespect toward that man, her master would never let her off easy.
'But if I, the one closest to Master, don't say anything, am I supposed to just let that man hold the Jade Pool Saintess back for the rest of her life?'
