The young Taoist with the sword had left, and it took Gongsun Wuyue a while to come back to her senses, only to see Gongsun Feixue looking at the retreating figure of the young man, a glint of fascination in her eyes. Since ancient times, heroes have loved beauty, yet beauties also have loved heroes.
Gongsun Wuyue patted her hand and said, "He's already walked far away; what are you still looking at?"
Gongsun Feixue retracted her gaze, her cheeks reddening involuntarily, and said, "Grandmother!"
Gongsun Wuyue said, "It seems my child is not destined for such a fate."
She examined her granddaughter and found her to have the bearing and ease of the heroes of the Martial World, saying, "My child, with her fine appearance and good looks, is one of the best, kind-hearted, and adept in both swordsmanship and Mechanical Techniques."
"Such a good person is indeed worthy of anyone."
