Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Chapter 437: Chapter 212: Heaven’s Judgment, I Was Mistaken! Amazing Mortal! _2

No one willingly wants to have more enemies out of nowhere.

But my father presents himself as if it’s ”no problem.” He insists that with his status in the small Canglan City, there’s no way even a single cultivator couldn’t be commanded. How is that possible? His idea is simple: once he arrives at the Celestial Capital Department, says a few words, then a large group from the Celestial Capital Department will flock to his side.

Then a group proceeded directly to that mountain.

The result...

The result was already seen... Song Yinghan could only sigh:

”I will talk to Master Ji. If you have no business here, you can return; there’s no need to help in Canglan City. Canglan City does not lack experts, and there are several known Golden Core Stage cultivators.”

”What do you mean?” Song Qingshan was instantly furious. He looked at his daughter beside him, almost wanting to remove his mask to let her see his angry expression.

”I’m just being factual. It’s out of respect for you that I speak the truth directly, otherwise, if you take the Observatory’s identity to speak with me, then I am willing to submit. You can directly command me, and I will not say a word about handling this matter.” Song Yinghan calmly replied.

They aren’t in the Observatory now; they’re in Canglan City. In the Observatory, they are in a superior-subordinate relationship, but in Canglan City, Song Yinghan sees him as her father. Having seen certain things, why can’t she explain directly to her father? Does his so-called pride only remain as mere pressure?

If so, then she accepts it.

”I will handle it!” Song Qingshan spoke up. ”It’s just a simple, small matter. I didn’t take it seriously. You really think I couldn’t do it? How is that possible!”

The sentiment is just that what Yuchi can do, Song Qingshan cannot?

Is that possible? Yuchi is just a small guild leader; he’s seen countless similar leaders in his lifetime, and what good ends would such leaders meet? Ha, just arrogant for now, truly speaking of any great ability – there’s none at all!

So whatever Yuchi can resolve, Song Qingshan can not only solve easily but handle even better offhandedly.

Song Yinghan understood.

”Alright, I will wait here for you while you go talk with Master Ji.” Song Yinghan answered quietly.

The Tian Jian before her snorted coldly, glared at his daughter, and left, flicking his sleeves.

Song Yinghan said nothing.

She stood silently in place, waiting for the possible unfolding of events, although such unfolding wasn’t expected to be optimistic.

”Indeed, when Father first arrived at the Celestial Capital Department, his mood wasn’t so good, but it wasn’t bad either. Yet as his orders went unheeded, his temper gradually flared. Finally, when ordering these disciples to help and facing complete failure, he fell into a state of wrath.”

”It must be a matter of losing face.”

”Ah...”

...

After a stick of incense.

Song Qingshan had yet to reappear, but Ji Wubin did, his expression quite calm, with a hint of humor. Before Song Yinghan could speak, he smiled and said:

”I apologize, but this matter has exceeded our Celestial Capital Department’s control capacity. We’re just a small Celestial Capital Department in Canglan City, incomparable to your Observatory, so we can’t assist in such matters.”

”The Lord Tian Jian has already left our small Celestial Capital Department just recently, and his current whereabouts are unknown, so I apologize; as I said, we truly can’t help in this matter.”

”Additionally, our Celestial Capital Department has many trivial issues to attend to, so if it’s still about this matter, there’s no need to seek our help; our capacity is indeed limited, deeply sorry.”

”Finally, please convey my regards to Mr. Yuchi. If Mr. Yuchi comes by for a chat, I would be more than willing.”

Ji Wubin finished speaking with a smile, not giving Song Yinghan a chance to speak, and left composedly into the snowfall.

Leaving Song Yinghan standing alone, silently.

Although Ji Wubin didn’t elaborate, his words clearly conveyed the situation, probably when Song Qingshan had found him, flaunting his identity from the Observatory, trying to suppress him using a superior-subordinate concept, speaking some absurd, thoughtless arrogant words.

”Indeed, so many years of pride, I’m afraid it’s not something I can vanquish easily with a few words.”

”Forget it. Since things have reached this point, I’ll quietly follow behind. I must see what he can ultimately accomplish.”

”I hope he won’t let us down.”

”Otherwise, as someone from the Observatory Celestial Capital Department, he would indeed appear quite pitiful.”

Her father, after all, is still her father. Are there any insults? Not quite, just weary at heart. Truly, deeply weary.