Master Passed Away and Left Behind a Younger Sister

Master passed away, leaving me his loli daughter and a ruined sect. The old man who usually did nothing was dead. I have called him master for more than ten years, but secretly I always call him old man. He wasn't upset when he heard it, he just smiled and punished me to practice sword practice for two more hours. That day when I came back from the spiritual field, I saw him leaning on the threshold of the Patriarch Hall, as if he was asleep. He was still holding the torn copy of "Qingxiao Sword Jue" in his hand, the pages of the book rustling in the wind. He didn't wait until Lingyue turned sixteen. The old man has no abilities in this life. With Daoji's later cultivation, he could barely be considered a number one person in a remote place like Yunzhou, but would be nothing outside. His greatest ability is to stay alive - he is the seventh generation of the Qingxiao Sect. Half of the previous six generations of ancestors died unexpectedly, and the other half are missing. He had been guarding this nameless peak for decades, guarding three wooden houses that were about to collapse, three acres of barren spiritual land, and an orphan picked up from the snow. In the three months before he left, he seemed like a different person. Don't be fooled, don't laugh. He called me to the bedside every day and taught me exercises, sword techniques, and the ins and outs of the world of cultivation. He spoke in a hurry, as if he knew he didn't have enough time. As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, and I had to get very close to hear him clearly. One night he suddenly grabbed my wrist with the strength of a dying man. He said: "Take care of Lingyue." Then he let go, leaned back on the pillow, and became the lazy old man again. He muttered: "That girl... Likes sweet-scented osmanthus cake the most." After he left, there were only two people left in Qingxiao Sect.