Misty Rain Tower

Inside the tent of the Celestial Maiden of the Dantai clan.

Li Ziye silently sipped his tea, about to spit the leaves back into the cup when he suddenly remembered he wasn't in class and forcibly held back.

Nine years of compulsory education had truly ingrained the teachers' images in one's heart!

In the tent, the atmosphere was subtly tense. After Li Ziye finished speaking, he said no more, simply waiting for Dantai Jingyue's response.

Whether she agreed or not, he wasn't in a hurry. If she didn't agree, they'd just keep waiting.

After all, it was her father's regret, not his.

Across from him, Dantai Jingyue, with her hands tightly clutching her teacup, watched the young man's calm demeanor. Indeed, she shouldn't have spared his life.

After a long while, Dantai Jingyue slowly released her grip on the teacup, her face regaining its calm as she said, "Fine, I'll take you to see my father."

Whether the young man's words were true or false, she couldn't let her father live with regret.

"Thank you, Celestial Maiden."

A smile appeared on Li Ziye's face as he raised his hands, signaling the protectors on either side to help him up.

Bai Wangyu and the Confucian Scholar disciples, seeing this, tactfully rose to assist the 'young master' in the middle.

Dantai Jingyue led the way, with the three men following behind, heading towards the tent of the Great Sovereign of the Dantai clan.

Stopping less than ten paces away, Dantai Jingyue asked the maidservant guarding her father's tent, "Has the Great Sovereign retired for the night?"

"Reporting to the Celestial Maiden, the Great Sovereign has just lain down," the maidservant replied respectfully.

Dantai Jingyue frowned slightly, about to say something to the three men behind her when an elderly voice came from the tent, "Is that you, Jingyue? Come in."