"Can I bring my friend onto the island?" Zang Xiaojian looked at her father, her eyes sparkling, full of anticipation, "Friends visiting; I must entertain them well."
The man couldn't resist such a gaze, even if reluctantly, he could only respond with displeasure, "Yes... but you must show restraint, don't say what shouldn't be said."
"I know, I'm not a child anymore." Zang Xiaojian replied cheerfully.
She clearly is still a child.
The man thought to himself.
He didn't inquire much about Zang Xiaojian's friend.
Firstly, he felt that although his daughter was a bit rambunctious, she was inherently clever, able to discern right from wrong. Secondly, it was out of confidence.
Thirdly, and most importantly.
He simply did not want to concern himself with that sword cultivator's background!
...
Without hesitating upon receiving her father's permission, Zang Xiaojian soared into the sky.
Like a Sword Immortal unleashing a flying sword.
