Alas, no matter how much he hated iron for not turning into steel, she was still his own disciple. He only had himself to blame for being blind back then, for not being able to put down his pride and face when he first met that Huo girl, for not shamelessly clinging to her—so in the end someone else picked up that bargain, and he missed out on such a good seedling.
Xie Daoyuan was both annoyed and regretful inside. He glanced at this disciple with her head bowed as if in guilty repentance, and couldn't help but soften again, letting out a long sigh.
After all, he had raised her for several years and grown attached. Xie Daoyuan treated Su Qingqing like his own daughter. Though he did hope this girl could make something of herself and stand on her own one day, what he felt even more was fondness and pity.
