Replenish the experience and knowledge lacking over the past ten-plus years, and if the young girl has good aptitude, perhaps teach her some Martial Arts. As for the Mystical Arts tome obtained from Dongfang Ningxin, after much consideration, he still did not hand it over to Dongfang Ximing.
Let it be...
The concerns of the Dongfang Clan, the fate of a three-hundred-year-old Noble Clan, are too heavy for a girl of just over ten years.
At this age, a girl should be free to laugh, freely watch the flowers bloom and snow fall, to like whatever she desires, be it flowers, paintings, scrolls, silk - anything is fine. Even if she sorrowfully longed for spring or fall and cried golden tears on her pillow after waking, it is still alright.
A Noble Clan? The world?
Such tender and weak shoulders should not bear such heavy burdens.
No matter how turbulent the Jianghu is, he can protect her.
At this moment, Wang Anfeng's steps paused slightly, and his expression became somewhat complex.
