At this moment, Ding Fan watched as the other party's tears finally fell. Clearly, he felt slightly relieved in his heart. After all, Ding Fan knew that holding back tears and bottling up emotions could easily make a person sick, even if cultivators had strong physiques, they were still flesh and blood.
"Alright, alright... it's all in the past now. Let's look forward. Sect Master He in the netherworld certainly wouldn't want to see you like this."
At this moment, Ding Fan tried his best to comfort the other party and spoke consolingly.
He Qianyao heard Ding Fan's words and gradually held back her tears. Then, with some grievance and self-reproach in her eyes, she asked Ding Fan:
"Do you think I'll be able to avenge my father in the future?"
