"Ling'er, mind your manners," he said to his daughter.
His tone wasn't truly harsh or angry, more mildly exasperated, as if this wasn't the first time his daughter had done something like this.
Fang Ling glanced back at her father and stuck out her tongue playfully, showing she wasn't particularly chastened.
The Fang Clan Head sighed internally at his daughter's personality, then turned his attention to Xian Tiandi.
His expression became more serious. "Young Master Xian, I've heard excellent things about your recent accomplishments. Your talent in both cultivation and alchemy is impressive. May your journey be safe and fruitful."
This polite, respectful exchange was somewhat surprising to those watching.
The Fang Clan and Xian Clan had been rivals for years, competing for influence in Xianling City.
For the Fang Clan Head to speak so respectfully to a young member of the Xian Clan was noteworthy.
