Jiang Shouzhong frowned, puzzled, "Why must it be the master?"
Jiang Wan sat at the edge of the bed, her smile faded as she seriously gazed at the other's face and said,
"Jiang Shouzhong, in the eyes of the world, the current number one under heaven is Zhao Wuxiu. But in my heart, Yan Changqing is the true number one, his swordsmanship unmatched.
He only started cultivating in his twenties, opening up just thirteen meridians, spent his life searching for his daughter, disdaining the path of ascension, and even under such circumstances became the leader of the Sword Dao, showing just how terrifying his talent is.
Furthermore, he is indeed the only one who can suppress the Shura, plus he is Qingchen's biological father, bonded by blood. Without him, no one can pull Qingchen from the Shura Path."
Jiang Shouzhong still didn't quite understand.
If Yan Changqing is so formidable, why didn't he rescue Qingchen earlier, instead of delaying it?
