Sha Chen was at a loss for words as he regarded the choice before him.
To refuse was one thing, but to have him question the sage Laozi?
He didn't have enough lives to pay for the consequences.
In his heart, Sha Chen thought, it wasn't for Yuan Feng's True Blood, but purely for his daughters to find a good mentor who could make them stronger!
After all, a father is still a father.
The daughters remained daughters, and becoming disciples of another wouldn't change that he was their father!
Sha Chen had made up his mind as he comforted his tearful three daughters, wiping away their tears.
Then he said, "In fact, the Saint is right. Following me, you can only cultivate to the level of a Quasi-Saint, just like your aunt—at most, like that Uncle Three-eye from before."
Bai Luan was the most sensitive. Hearing Sha Chen's words, she sensed something amiss.
Anxiously, she said, "Daddy, you're not going to send us away, are you? Don't! We'll behave; please don't send us away!"
