"Junior Brother Qu, aren't you going to see your father?"
At the halfway point of Qing Mountain, a few figures stood together, gazing at the courtyard where the Sect Master handled daily affairs.
Two silhouettes walked into the distance side by side.
Yuan Yijun looked at Qu Jiu with confusion. The latter was staring into the distance, lips tightly pressed together, his facial muscles forming sharp lines.
Qu Jiu spat out two words coldly.
"Not seeing!"
Yuan Yijun was puzzled. It was his own father, after all; why the need for such a complete severance?
For the role of "father," she harbored deep admiration from her heart.
Her mother had passed early when she was young, and it was her father, Yuan Dongsheng, who had painstakingly raised her with utmost affection.
Even though Yuan Dongsheng had been gone for many years, she often reminisced about her father's broad shoulders.
