Sun Yang originally had a strong affection for his daughter, who had extraordinary talent in alchemy, and could only let out a soft sigh as he looked at her blushing face.
"Forget it, judging by today, if I ask you to refine pills again, you won't be able to concentrate."
"Let's leave it for today. You two have been apart for so long; surely you have a lot to talk about."
"But wait until this time tomorrow, compose yourself, and I'll come back to watch you refine a Golden Core."
He gave Sun Yazhu a glare: "If you still haven't made any progress and waste another set of materials, I'll have to ask this lad what manners he has, avoiding the main entrance of the Divine King Hall and coming straight to your room without reason."
Sun Yazhu's face turned pale, and she instinctively defended, "He's my husband, he can come into my room if he wants... "
