"No! You've helped our Divine Needle Sect, and this is something we will remember forever," Wang Xiaomin, uncertain if she was trying to curry favor with Lin Zifeng, said something inexplicable.
Even her father, Wang Chongyang, was bewildered, utterly confused by what his daughter had said.
"Father! I'm sorry. There's something I've been hiding from you. Today, in front of Young Master Lin, I want to clarify it. Otherwise, I'll feel uneasy with this weight in my heart," Wang Xiaomin said suddenly.
"... this..."
Wang Chongyang's aged face turned awkward; he didn't understand what his daughter intended to say.
"Alright, since you want to say it, go ahead," Lin Zifeng shrugged, unconcernedly.
"Back then with the incident at the Medicine King Hall in Yanjing, my father always told me to find a chance to thank you, but I haven't found the opportunity, so I must first say sorry to you."
