That evening, Zhang Han prepared dinner as Mengmeng played with her toys in the corner of the room. The aroma of stir-fried vegetables filled the air, and Mengmeng’s giggles provided a soothing background melody. Zhang Han cherished these moments—they were his anchor in a world that often felt unstable.

As they sat down to eat, Mengmeng looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes. “Daddy, can we go to the park tomorrow? I want to see the pretty flowers!” Zhang Han chuckled and nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything for my little princess.”

But deep down, Zhang Han’s mind was racing. The memories that had resurfaced earlier that day were not random—they were a warning. He had sensed a faint disturbance in the energy of the world, a ripple that indicated the presence of cultivators. Zhang Han had hoped to leave that world behind, but it seemed fate had other plans.

As Mengmeng drifted off to sleep that night, clutching her stuffed bunny, Zhang Han stood by the window, gazing at the city lights. “I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “No matter what happens, I won’t let anyone harm you. That’s my promise as your father.”That evening, Zhang Han prepared dinner as Mengmeng played with her toys in the corner of the room. The aroma of stir-fried vegetables filled the air, and Mengmeng’s giggles provided a soothing background melody. Zhang Han cherished these moments—they were his anchor in a world that often felt unstable.

As they sat down to eat, Mengmeng looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes. “Daddy, can we go to the park tomorrow? I want to see the pretty flowers!” Zhang Han chuckled and nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything for my little princess.”

But deep down, Zhang Han’s mind was racing. The memories that had resurfaced earlier that day were not random—they were a warning. He had sensed a faint disturbance in the energy of the world, a ripple that indicated the presence of cultivators. Zhang Han had hoped to leave that world behind, but it seemed fate had other plans.

As Mengmeng drifted off to sleep that night, clutching her stuffed bunny, Zhang Han stood by the window, gazing at the city lights. “I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “No matter what happens, I won’t let anyone harm you. That’s my promise as your father.”That evening, Zhang Han prepared dinner as Mengmeng played with her toys in the corner of the room. The aroma of stir-fried vegetables filled the air, and Mengmeng’s giggles provided a soothing background melody. Zhang Han cherished these moments—they were his anchor in a world that often felt unstable.

As they sat down to eat, Mengmeng looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes. “Daddy, can we go to the park tomorrow? I want to see the pretty flowers!” Zhang Han chuckled and nodded. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything for my little princess.”

But deep down, Zhang Han’s mind was racing. The memories that had resurfaced earlier that day were not random—they were a warning. He had sensed a faint disturbance in the energy of the world, a ripple that indicated the presence of cultivators. Zhang Han had hoped to leave that world behind, but it seemed fate had other plans.

As Mengmeng drifted off to sleep that night, clutching her stuffed bunny, Zhang Han stood by the window, gazing at the city lights. “I’ll protect you,” he whispered. “No matter what happens, I won’t let anyone harm you. That’s my promise as your father.”