PFFT!
A spray of stone chips flew from the massive boulder, a deep, narrow groove carved into its surface. Ling Yun'Er landed on the ground. She glanced at the chaotic web of marks crisscrossing the boulder, then at the one she had just made. A proud little smile curved her lips.
She had never imagined she could leave a mark on such a huge boulder before. Even with a fine sword in hand, the most she could have managed in the past was a shallow scratch!
Ling Tianxiao gave an almost imperceptible nod, a flash of approval in his eyes. He was suddenly struck by the feeling that his most doted-on little daughter had grown up in an instant. She was no longer the little girl who used to cling to him, begging for stories. 'When your daughter grows up, doesn't that just mean you've grown old?' Ling Tianxiao's lips quirked into a self-mocking smile. His expression was identical to Ling Yun'Er's—they were father and daughter, through and through.
