"Greetings, Father!" Ling Xiao and his sister, Ling Su, bowed to Ling Tianxiao. Song Mingyue and Tiger had already been led away to rest.
Although Ling Tianxiao was stationed with the army, news of events in the Imperial Capital and the south had still reached his ears. It would have been a lie to say he wasn't worried. He was especially incensed when he recently learned that his eldest daughter, Ling Su, had been kidnapped by a prominent family from the Zichuan Empire. The hot-tempered Ling Tianxiao had nearly led his entire army to storm their gates.
Fortunately, the sliver of reason he had left told Ling Tianxiao that while his own prowess made him a powerhouse in the Mortal World, in the eyes of the hidden families and sects, he was less than an ant. Any rash action would only lead his army into the shadow of death.
