"Qingling, have you gone mad?"
"No father. I just finally decided to do what I should have done as soon as I left the sword sect."
"Throw your life away to amend your weakness? Perhaps I should thank you for returning instead of sullying the Huang name elsewhere." His hand went for the mace strapped to his belt.
"…" Qingling took a few steps back and raised her sword to point at him. The sharp aura became almost tangible, making him feel cold without even being looked at.
Ku Lo couldn't keep silent any longer. "Are you really sure of this?"
"Yes. Now stay back."
"What about you?" Ku Lo asked Gingge who was still atop her horse, looking at the family feud. "What if she loses?"
"She won't lose. Father isn't strong."
"But now she'll have to kill your…"
"Father," she said. "I know."
"Aren't you going to stop this? To try even? They are your closest family…"