"Of course, and this is the only thing I can tell you. You don’t know; among the sect, both Luo Mi and I are at the bottom in terms of realm. The weakest at our age is now at the ninth level of Body Refinement. Moreover, the Immortal Sect never shows favoritism; the Sect Leader is especially good, and whatever the elders enjoy, we can enjoy too. Father, going to the Mitian Sect, the gap between the Inner and Outer Sect is vast. I would only stay in the Outer Sect there. Why bother?"
"This..."
Hua Zixun was at a loss for words.
He was indeed swayed.
In truth, he was the kind of person who wouldn’t abandon a goal for decades, no matter how difficult the path ahead.
But he believed in what his daughter said.
Because of that one sword strike!
The Immortal Sect had imparted such profound swordsmanship.
After a long pause, Hua Zixun finally spoke, "Allow me some time to observe, you can go back to cultivate for now."
...
After the father and daughter descended the mountain, Wen Ping turned to Yu Mo and said, "Go check and make sure Hua Zixun doesn’t forcibly take Hua Xiaozhu away."
Yu Mo nodded and hurriedly went down Yunlan Mountain.
As Yu Mo left, Wen Ping shifted his gaze to Huan Cheng and asked, "Uncle, is there something else?"
"Yes."
Nodding, Huan Cheng took out a letter from his pocket.
He continued, "This was brought by my subordinate from Black Rock City, containing a personal letter for you from Murong Qing, the Alliance Chief of the Hundred Sects Alliance."
"Oh... Murong Qing."
Wen Ping grinned and then took the letter out of the envelope on the spot.
The letter said:
Sect Leader Wen, your esteemed reputation precedes you.
Your recent fame in East Lake is well-known, a Starless Sect yet possessing the foundation of a pseudo-Three-star Sect.
To be honest, I would really like to meet you and personally get a feel for your power.
However, the deaths of the two Alliance Chiefs and Guardians of my Hundred Sects Alliance are all related to you, and I fear I cannot realize my wish to spar with you.
Let’s do it this way, you come forward and confess, and hand over the secret treasure. I, Murong Qing, can plead with the higher-ups on your behalf to redefine your crimes, perhaps sparing your life.
No!
Don’t tear.
Because here’s the consequence if you don’t come forward — Cangwu City, destroyed!
Nearly ten thousand people will suffer isolation throughout East Lake because of you. Oh, I’ve heard Cangwu City is running low on food?