At the peak of Mount Wu, the seat of the Wushan Temple Sect, ten disciples were lined up in front of the temple gate, waiting for a certain sect member to return home.
Two figures stood some distance away from the several people. They were none other than Bai Siyang, the Wushan Temple Sect Leader and his only daughter, Bai Ling.
"Little Ling, remember what I have told you these past few days," Bai Siyang told Bai Ling in a low voice.
Bai Ling furrowed her brows in displeasure.
"Father, I am not that weak," she scoffed. "Sure, he broke my heart, but so what? We still have to live as Shixiong and Shimei. I do not want to recount past grievances."
A relieved smile spread on Bai Siyang's weathered face.
"That's good," he said while patting his daughter on the back. "That is very good. Truly, you two grew up together like siblings. There is no need to let this single disagreement shatter the good relationship between the two of you."
