The Qingyun Sect Master left after passing the buck, not wanting to say much, as if it was just a formality, going through the motions.
Yang Luoxian's face didn't look natural. If it wasn't for the fact that he indeed loved this daughter of his, she might suspect if her mom was truly his wife.
How could someone be like that, not even interested in chatting a bit more?
Seeing this, Yang Luoxian was in a bad mood.
Very bad.
This was not what she imagined.
With his wife bedridden, gravely ill, how could someone have the mood to do other things, let alone have taken a concubine a few years ago?
Yang Luoxian only met once, and after that, she didn't know where her father hid her, so in the end, she had to give up, staying by her mother's side except for when she was cultivating.
She didn't know about her mom's frustration, such that she couldn't even get up, let alone sleep soundly.
