Even as a bystander, one's heart could not help but feel sour and uncomfortable, yet Ning Feiyan, drenched through, seemed to accept her fate as naturally as if she had entered another state of being.
In her eyes, there was no trace of sorrow or sadness, no anger, nor pleas for pity; it seemed as if by others saying so, she had easily accepted her destiny.
Ning Feiyan, with lowered eyes and a gentle demeanor, said softly with a light smile, "Father is willing to sacrifice his cultivation for his daughter's future, and for that, I am deeply grateful."
Ning Feiyan gently touched the blue scars on her cheek, saying with a serene smile, "However, I have found another way to rid myself of these facial scars, so why trouble Father to expend his cultivation and energy."
Ning Guanying found it somewhat unbelievable that Ning Feiyan could accept this so readily, "Is my child truly willing to sacrifice herself for our clan?"
