Wei Tang looked at her stance and frowned, "Yi'er, what are you doing?"
"The Valley Master is seriously injured, and as a member of the valley, it's only natural for me to take good care of him," Wei Qingyi said matter-of-factly.
Wei Tang's facial expression darkened, "Your father will arrange for someone to take good care of the Valley Master. You go back to your own room."
"I won't!" Wei Qingyi refused to comply. What a joke, ever since the founding of the Poison King Valley, she and her father had been following the Valley Master. Over the past five years, the Valley Master was either practicing martial arts, researching poisons, or simply not in the valley. She had rarely seen the Valley Master.
Now that she finally had a chance to be close to the Valley Master, how could she let it go?
How could Wei Tang not understand his daughter's feelings?
