"Zhaozhao girl, there's no need to argue with your dad. He's the Sect Master, how could you win against him?"
On the clouds, Kong Zhaozhao sat behind Mu Changchen with a puffed cheek, displeased: "This is my own decision, yet my father keeps interfering! I don't understand, what's wrong with other girls? Didn't my father have several wives back then?"
"Exactly, exactly! Alright, girl, let's not bother with him. I'll take you back to the Profound Sect, who cares about that run-down Little Frost Peak, let whoever likes it stay there."
Hearing this, Kong Zhaozhao's eyes lit up.
"Really, Elder Mu?"
"Of course, after all, Lu Chuan is somewhat my disciple too. As a master, how could I let my disciple's wife and disciple be apart? Just stay at the Profound Sect at ease, I'll handle your dad."
"But won't my father trouble you?"
"What's there to fear? He's just a paper tiger, he wouldn't possibly kill me, right? If he tries, I'll just join my apprentice. Don't worry, it's fine."
