What shocked Jiang Siming even more was that Zhao Xiaoxiao had actually broken through during their sparring session and advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage.
Jiang Siming was completely speechless. Forget it. I'll get used to it. I'll get used to it.
After Zhao Xiaoxiao had had enough of fighting, she stopped and said to Jiang Siming in confusion, "Dad, those scenes from last time seem to have appeared in my head again."
"What scenes? Did you see them clearly?" Jiang Siming asked with a frown.
Zhao Xiaoxiao shook her head. "I couldn't see them clearly at all. Everything was blurry, and then they disappeared in an instant."
Jiang Siming began to ponder. It was one thing for him to have those memories, but why did Zhao Xiaoxiao also have such fleeting images?
What exactly were they? What kind of scenes were they?
Could they be related to Xiaoxiao's origins?
After all, no one had yet managed to identify Xiaoxiao's iris genes.
But why couldn't she see them clearly?
Was it still a matter of cultivation level? Was his own level too low?
That possibility was very high.
Jiang Siming had no choice but to put the matter aside for the time being. Since he couldn't figure it out now, he could only deal with problems as they arose.
"Let's go back. Mom and the others are almost awake. If they don't see you, they'll say I took you out to mess around again."
The father and daughter soon disappeared into the dense forest and returned home through the wormhole in a single second.
Having this wormhole was truly convenient—far more useful than his Minor Teleportation Technique.
Unfortunately, the wormhole could only go to a few fixed locations for now. Otherwise, it would be even more convenient.
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