"In summary, a young man who thinks from a mortal perspective, aiming to slowly improve the world in your words, is just a mere mortal?"
"Don't you find it a bit ridiculous?"
Song Yinghan finished speaking, her tone was quite calm, without an aggressive attitude, but there was an underlying tone of angry questioning.
This was truly tearing the facade apart.
Would Song Qingshan listen? Of course not. If he listened now, it would mean he, Song Qingshan, had lost.
"I did it for your own good, and you actually bite back at me?"
"Fine."
"Go and join someone else's sect, take the cultivation you've developed over years at my Stargazing Platform, go ahead."
"No problem, a daughter who doesn't know how to be grateful is like water thrown out!"
Really? Isn't this a legacy of belief? Did I misunderstand? Song Yinghan: "So you raised me, and ultimately, you still see me as a tool, a tool for making money for you? Why don't you rear a dog, then let the dog earn pity for you!"
