After everything was settled, Cheng Xiao Xiao handed the event back over to Old Man Ying, who continued with the auction of the race. Cheng Xiao Xiao walked back to the seat prepared for her by the servant and sat down.
"Xiao Xiao, did you run into any incidents on your trip to look for the iron-armed bear?" Cheng Biyuan wasn't concerned about the auction and asked his daughter softly.
Cheng Xiao Xiao lifted the corners of her mouth and smiled, "Dad, I am perfectly fine right here, aren't I? An iron-armed bear won't be able to hurt me."
And she wasn't entirely bragging when she said that. When she arrived in the territory of the iron-armed bear, she did not the attack from the iron-armed bear; it just looked curiously at the human who appeared suddenly.
Ever since it was born, Cheng Xiao Xiao was the first human the iron-armed bear had encountered. There was no memory of human slaughtering mystical beasts so he had no animosity toward her.
Cheng Xiao Xiao hadn't expected the should-be-irritable giant bear to not attack either and just like that, the human and the bear locked eyes for the longest time before they started communicating with each other.
After communicating through her spiritual senses, she noticed that the sentient iron-armed bear has the intelligent roughly of a 3-year-old child and it didn't know much. Other than the instinct to cultivate and look for food, it didn't much thoughts or memories on its mind.
So Cheng Xiao Xiao pulled out the tricks that one would use on a child to lure it into her dimension. Once the iron-armed bear had entered the dimension, the thick mystical qi made the bear even happier. It liked the place; not only did it have other sentient mystical beasts, it also have Yuteng, the fairy. The bear, who had always been lonely in the deep parts of the mountain, was mesmerized entirely.
Cheng Xiao Xiao easily lured the little bear into the dimension and had no urgency to rush home. She made another round in the mountain and collected several other types of herbs before she slowly headed home.
Cheng Biyuan didn't take his daughter's words seriously. He didn't think it'd be so easy to tame a level-7 mystical beast. He only said softly, "As long as you are alright!"
The conversation between the father and daughter weren't loud but everybody seated heard them clearly. Everybody had different thoughts from the dialogues yet they all have the same look on them – a deep cautiousness.
"Oh, right, Xiao Xiao. This is the dean of School of Divine Condor, he saved my life once!"
Hearing her father's introduction, she who had a bad impression of those from School of Divine Condor frowned slightly. But when she heard that he had saved his father once, her expression finally softened and she nodded at the old man and cupped her hands at him, "Junior is Cheng Xiao Xiao. Greetings, Dean!"
"The maiden of the Cheng's was alright. You are already a martial spiritualist at your young age. You are certainly as talented as your father little Biyuan!" said the dean with a tender look.
Cheng Xiao Xiao's look stiffened for a bit. This was the first time she heard someone referring to her father as "little BIyuan", she couldn't help but felt curious about his age, "How old are you, Dean?"
"Xiao Xiao!" Cheng Biyuan objected. His daredevil daughter was probably the only one who'd ask the dean his age point blank.
The dean did not think much of it; contrarily, he quite appreciate Cheng Xiao Xiao's forwardness and speak what was on her mind.
"I am around 300 years old, young lady. Do you now agree that I can refer to your father as 'little Biyuan'?"
"Uh....."
Cheng Xiao Xiao was speechless!
Three hundred years old! That was enough to witness the rise and fall of an entire era. Yes, he was indeed old enough.
He also shared his level of cultivation. The old man was also a martial emperor, but without breaking through to the next level, a 300-something year old martial emperor wouldn't have too much time remaining.