Feng Ling left with a swirl of complicated emotions. She herself didn't know if it was a strange force of habit or something else, but when she glanced back at the gates of the Viscount's Mansion, a pang of sorrow welled up inside her.
The Saint-level Sword Skill, "Summoning of the Death God," had been fundamentally elevated by Ling Xiao's modifications. Feng Ling herself had advanced from a Sixth Rank Mad Sword Master to a Tier Two Demon Swordsman. Even for someone from a hidden clan, this surge in her own power felt surreal, almost dreamlike.
Feng Ling also harbored resentment toward her father. 'Why? For half a year, he never sent anyone, never even attempted to rescue me. Did his heart only have room for the sect, and none for his own daughter?' This was why, even after Ling Xiao told her she could leave at any time and her strength as a Mad Sword Master had been restored, she had still chosen to remain for so long.
