"Father."
Qi Jiuyang shouted loudly, "I will wait for your return!"
The old Sect Master of the Blade Sect, Qi Wanhai, paused his steps. For a moment, his back, as straight as a pine tree, stooped. But it was only for a moment. Qi Wanhai straightened up again, waved his hand without a word, and stepped into the Starry Sky Gate.
Qi Jiuyang bowed deeply, his eyes slightly red.
Ever since he could remember, Qi Jiuyang had rarely called Qi Wanhai, the then Sect Master of the Blade Sect, 'father.' His mother had required him to call the man 'Sect Master' along with all the other disciples. The last time he had called him 'father' was thirty years ago when Qi Wanhai stepped down and passed the position of Sect Master to him. Qi Jiuyang had whispered the word softly then. To this day, he still remembered the first time his eternally stern-faced father had smiled at him, his son. The smile was filled with guilt.
