Back to the martial arts school, they enshrined the severed arm in the main hall and performed a grand ritual to pay homage.
Liao Ya wore a sorrowful expression, her large eyes misty, "Dad knew he might not return when he left that year, but he still went..."
Liao Qe interlocked her fingers with her father's, fully recalling the sound and smile of her dear relative, especially the warmth of his large hand, which immediately brought tears to her eyes like pearls slipping from a broken string.
Lu Yao sighed. Without offering consolation, he too had known the pain of losing a loved one and understood that expressing these emotions was better than bottling them up inside.
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After a while, the two girls recovered and wiped away their tears.
The three of them gathered in the courtyard to discuss their plans.
Liao Ya, with her gentle voice, softly said, "Junior Brother, I know you must think I'm acting rashly by challenging Sun Haoran directly."
