"Fesha, you've really grown bold, tussling with me three times?" Daniel lamented, as if he were frustrated at failing to forge iron into steel.
Just as Black regarded Wang Ting highly, he valued Fesha from the bottom of his heart and treated her like his own daughter.
He had raised Fesha as his daughter since she was young. He had poured so much of himself into her, only to have her betray him in the end.
He couldn't possibly say he felt no regret or heartache.
"Holy Father, I beg you one last time, please turn back!" Fesha pleaded.
"I'll say it once more, it is you who should turn back!" Daniel said coldly, "If you do, I can plead with my master to heal your arms. You must know, my master has learned Rodz's secret technique, and he can heal your arms!"
"No need!" Fesha shook her head and rolled up the white sleeves, revealing her smooth, white arms.
"Your arms..." Daniel said, startled and unsure.
"The Dragon Emperor has already healed them for me!"
