"He has long since changed; he is no longer the spoiled young master he once was.
"His martial arts are powerful, his thoughts meticulous, and even an old-timer from Jianghu like you may not be able to handle him."
At this point, Yang Xiaoyun could no longer hold back the sorrow in her heart and threw herself into Yang Yizhi's arms:
"Daddy... Your daughter was wrong, that day, when I accused you of betrayal, please do not take it to heart.
"Your daughter was just deeply disappointed, not knowing that you were exhausting your mind for me and Xiao Mo.
"Even bearing infamy, you have no regrets.
"Dad, please don't blame Yun'er, alright?"
Yang Yizhi froze for a moment, hesitantly placed his hand on Yang Xiaoyun's head, and gently patted it, his face full of smiles.
He softly said: "Since you were five years old, I have never seen you cry...
"But now, my child, you speak such foolish words.
"Having a daughter like you, I am greatly comforted.
