Qingyi sighed, pushing those thoughts aside as he made his way to the command center of the Orthodox Forces aboard the Celestial Spear.
With most people busy overseeing the boarding of the young geniuses, the place was practically empty.
Only a single figure stood before the large observation window, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon.
It was Long Tianjin, his expression serene and his hands clasped behind his back.
He turned his head slowly upon sensing Qingyi's presence and smiled.
"How is my daughter?" he asked.
"Qianyao is fine... taking care of Lingxi with Rouxi," Qingyi replied, walking over to stand beside him.
"Good." Tianjin let out a sigh. "Leave your sword with Yuehan. You don't know the methods of the Heavenly Demon, but he might have a way to reach you through it. Yuehan will be by my side, and he won't dare come near me, not with the—"
"He will dare," Qingyi interrupted.
Tianjin raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting.
