Zhao Changhe had fought alongside River of Stars countless times, but never like this, in such literal fashion. It was unexpectedly satisfying. Normally, if a cultivator of his level tried to flee, it would be hard to stop them. But with his daughter teaming up in this way, it had been as easy as flicking dust from his sleeve.0

That blind woman is useless. It’s only my daughter that I can truly count on. As they say, father and daughter make the best battlefield companions.0

Looking down, Zhao Changhe saw the Heavenly Sword Venerable tumbling through the clouds below, blood soaking the skies as he howled in agony, “Who… are you people?!”0

Zhao Changhe descended, landing lightly on the clouds. He crouched beside the Heavenly Sword Venerable, lightly slapping his face. “We only came here to give our daughter some experience. I thought we’d stop by and ask whether you were selling that Void-Shattering Star Iron of yours. But the moment we showed up, you tried to steal my daughter. Is that how you treat your guests?”0

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