“What’s the matter, Jianjia?” The youths from the Hall of Discipline crowded around her.

“I’m fine. It’s just a little tiring, I’ll rest a bit before continuing. If you all don’t have any hope, then just protect me,” she calmly said.

“No problem.”

“Jianjia, when the seniors from the Swordsoul Chamber see you, especially your father, they’ll be proud when they see your accomplishments now.”

“I bet there’s an uproar over there now. The Grandvoid Swordfiend’s legacy hasn’t appeared for a long time.” Lin Jianjia had a calm smile; this was her father’s turf. She could guess that those uncles and aunties were busy praising her and licking her father’s boots. And the...