Song Yinghan's face instantly turned red with embarrassment.
"Yuchi! You scoundrel!"
...
In the Star Observatory, an elderly man in black armor sat quietly on the white wooden floor cultivating. Just recently, a letter from Canglan City had arrived at the observatory.
The letter was sent by the shopkeeper of the Ziyue Star Pavilion, who was once a disciple of Song Qingshan. After Song Yinghan arrived in Canglan City, it was this man who maintained contact with Song Qingshan.
This was the month's summary, along with a letter that had crossed thousands of icy miles to the snow-covered observatory.
Initially, Song Qingshan was in a good mood. Although his relationship with Song Yinghan wasn't extremely close, he still retained his dignity as a father. However, since Song Yinghan's mother had passed away early, she was his only precious daughter. Secretly, he was bound to investigate a little.
