My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

"Such a powerful formation is hard to find even in the Central Region, let alone the Eastern Region."

"Only the patriarch, who can constantly create miracles, can arrange this."

"It seems that even without the clan leader in charge of Cangwu, there is no need to worry about the safety of the clan members."

"Looking back over the five realms, the safest place has always been home..."

At this moment, Jiang Zhiwei was filled with emotion.

Then, she looked at the lush forest, felt the familiar breath, and a warmth surged in her heart.

Walking slowly along the mountain path, every step seems to carry the weight of memories.

"I always feel that I'm quite lucky. If it weren't for the clan leader, there wouldn't be Jiang Zhiwei today..."

Even with her current achievements, she doesn't feel the slightest bit of pride.

This is because she has always understood that what made it all possible was not only her own hard work and talent, but more importantly, the support of her family and the guidance of the patriarch.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at the Tianquan clan's base and stood in front of a courtyard.

I raised my head slightly and looked at the familiar courtyard wall and gate, and suddenly an inexplicable emotion emerged in my heart.

That majestic figure seemed to appear in my mind again.

"After several years, you haven't made any progress. Clearly, you are not suited to practicing the way of the sword. Even if you put in thousands of times more effort and sweat than an ordinary person, it's still the same!"

"Give up, just give up!"

"If you insist on doing this, how can you represent our Tianquan lineage in the competition?!"

"......"

A series of stern voices echoed in my mind.

Jiang Zhiwei stopped in front of the door with a complicated expression.

She clearly already possessed the skills of a sword master, but for some reason, she still hadn't taken that step.

I didn’t dare to do that before.

But now I am... unwilling to do so.

At this moment, two little men seemed to appear in her mind.

A villain kept persuading her, "Zhiwei, you have already become a sword master. It's time to truly prove yourself to him. Everything is over. It's time to move on to a new beginning!"

A villain kept taunting him, "Have you forgotten everything in the past? How can you let go of everything he did?! In my opinion, it's best to just leave him alone!"

Jiang Zhiwei stood in front of the yard, lost in deep confusion.

Her eyes kept flickering, and two voices in her heart were fighting fiercely.

At this moment, a picture appeared in my mind again.

That was the figure and the apologetic look he saw from the distant spirit boat when he was dueling with Wang Yuhuan in the Heart Sword Sect.

And there was also the sound of Yuanli transmission.

"Zhiwei, all these years, it was your father's fault..."

Afterwards, because of Wang Jizhou, Zhou Tianhan, the secret realm and other matters, the two had no time to communicate.

After this incident, their relationship improved, but because he had not yet let it go and the other party retreated out of guilt, they never communicated again.

Until now...

Jiang Zhiwei sighed softly, and her eyes gradually became firm.

What is past is past.

Today, she is no longer the ignorant girl who was looked down upon by others, but the White Rainbow Sword Saint who is famous in the Eastern Region!

She should let go of the burden of the past and bravely move towards a better future!

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiwei no longer hesitated.

She slowly raised her hands and gently pushed open the gate of the yard.

ka ka ka-

The sound of the door hinges turning was particularly clear in the silence.

In the yard, everything is the same as before.

The familiar flowers, trees and arrangements brought back memories hidden deep in her heart.

His gaze moved, finally stopping on a figure.

I saw a middle-aged man with an elegant face leaning against a big, dead tree.

He held a short, crude-looking wooden sword in both hands.

All eyes were fixed on the wooden sword, and their pupils were filled with a strong sense of reminiscence.

Because he was too focused, he didn't even notice the sound of Jiang Zhiwei pushing the door.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at the figure quietly, with complicated emotions welling up in her heart.

The harshness and misunderstanding of the past seemed so far away at this moment.

She approached slowly, her footsteps as light as falling leaves.

The middle-aged man seemed to have noticed something, and he suddenly raised his head with a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

It was soon replaced by endless guilt and love.

"Zhiwei..."

Jiang Daoping called softly, his voice trembling slightly.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at her father, and the ice in her heart began to melt at this moment.

She saw the sincerity and regret in her father's eyes, and also saw the wooden sword named "White Rainbow" that once carried her childhood dream.

"So you still have it?"

Jiang Daoping picked up the wooden sword and wanted to hand it to his daughter.

But his palm was shaking slightly, as if the short wooden sword weighed a thousand pounds and he couldn't hand it over at all.

He wanted to make up for his past mistakes, but he was worried that his daughter would not be willing to accept this belated apology.

His lips moved, not knowing what to say. He just looked at Jiang Zhiwei quietly, his eyes filled with complicated emotions.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at her father's appearance and felt a slight pain in her heart.

She could feel her father's inner struggle and pain. All the harshness and misunderstanding he had shown her turned into his love and guilt for her at this moment.

She gently reached out and grasped the wooden sword in her father's hand.

Jiang Daoping's body shook slightly, and a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Dad, let the past be the past."

"I know you're doing this for my own good, but our methods are different."

"Now that I've grown up, I can understand your difficulties."

Jiang Zhiwei knew in her heart that without the intervention of the clan leader, the path she had chosen might really lead her to a dead end, and no matter how long she walked, she would not be able to see the future.

Two years have passed, and what has changed is not only my cultivation, but also my state of mind.

At least now, when she looks back at her past, she can't help laughing and sighs about her stubbornness back then.

I never thought my father's views were wrong.

I didn't even feel like I was wrong.

After all, if I hadn't persisted for so long, how could I have waited until the moment that changed my destiny?

So, neither of them is wrong.

Jiang Daoping's lips trembled.

After a long while, he finally managed to utter a few words: "Zhiwei, Dad is sorry for you."

"Over the years, Dad has always regretted what he did to you..."

Jiang Zhiwei shook her head slightly and said with a smile, "Dad, don't regret it."

“Because of those experiences, I became more resilient.”

"Look, I'm doing fine now, aren't I?"

These words made Jiang Daoping feel even more guilty.

He lowered his head slightly, not daring to look his daughter in the eyes.

"It's Dad's fault. I was too stubborn and almost ruined your dream."

"It wasn't until now that Dad realized that those things weren't important. As long as you could live happily, it would be better than anything else in the world. It's a pity that Dad realized it too late..."