Tianming only needed one look to tell how deep their father-daughter relationship was.

"My precious daughter, anyone that dares touch a hair of yours will have their ancestors' graves exhumed," Li Wudi proclaimed.

"Dad, calm down. Stop boasting like that," Qingyu said. She was actually quite touched. Anyone could tell that Li Wudi loved his daughter with a fervor. Back then, he had to endure, as he wasn't powerful enough, and he felt like he had greatly wronged her. But now, he would treasure her even more than the sect.

"What about me?" Tianming asked.

"You can buzz off. Sons need hardship to grow, go kill enemies on the battlefield!"

Tianming couldn't even find tears to cry. 

Right then, a dragon flew past them. Ye Shaoqing had moved the main plaque and throne from Kunpeng Sacred Hall up the sacred mountain, a sure sign that the Li Saint Clan had regained control. Nobody in the sect would dare go against them now, especially after word of Li Wudi overcoming his...