C375 (1/2)

”Sword Saint, you're overdoing it!”

Jian Xiong opened her eyes, only to see a white robe in front of him. Other than Li Dao, who else could it be?

”This is my family matter, it's not up to you to meddle in it, is it?”

The appearance of Li Dao had calmed the Sword Lord down a lot, but his tone remained unsatisfied.

”No, Jian Xiong's is my problem. No one can hurt her, not even you.” Li Dao shook his head as he spoke to the Sword Saint seriously.

Jian Xiong's face unknowingly revealed a happy expression. His heart was as sweet as if it had eaten honey. After rejoicing, she recalled what happened before, and her eyes dimmed.

”You knew Xiong'er wasn't a man?”

The Sword Saint's tone became much calmer. No matter what, Jian Xiong was still his blood and bone.

”Yes.” Li Jun nodded. There was no need to hide something like this.

”Ai, as an outsider, you know that Xiong'er is a girl the first time. It's laughable that I, as your father, was kept in the dark for more than 20 years!”

Sword Saint let out a sigh. His expression was melancholy and his voice sounded lonely.

”That's because you've never cared about Jian Xiong. Otherwise, you wouldn't have to treat your own daughter as your son.” Li Dao's tone was flat and somewhat contemptuous.

”Yeah, you're right. I was too busy forging swords to pay attention to Xiong'er.”

”Father, don't say that. It's because our daughter is unfilial.” Jian Xiong shook her head with all her might, and there were tears flickering in her eyes.

”My Sword Crafting City has always been passed down from man to woman. I can't blame Xiong'er and his daughter for hiding this from me for over twenty years.” However, what should we do about the huge foundation of the Sword Crafting City? ”

Hearing the Sword Saint's words, Li Dao wanted to laugh, but the laughter was obviously inappropriate, so he could only forcefully hold it in. A Xiantian realm martial artist had a lifespan of two to three hundred years, and the Sword Saint was only in his early fifties. Wasn't it enough to have a son?

”Xiong'er, get up and let father have a good look at you.” The Sword Saint went forward to support Jian Xiong, carefully examining her daughter. She tilted her head to look at Li Dao, revealing a thoughtful expression.