The life of a mortal was destined to be difficult to adapt to.
It was the same even if one began from infancy.
After growing accustomed to the omnipotence of being a god, it became difficult to endure one's own insignificance when faced with the hardship of being able to do nothing.
And even harder to endure and adapt to was that fellow named Yi.
Her nominal "father."
Her time as a human had been so brief, yet even counting the long years she had once spent as a god, she had rarely encountered someone so bizarre.
From the time she was two, he had fed his daughter alcohol. At three, he had carried her along to hunt tigers. At four, he had started teaching her how to set traps for fierce beasts. And when she was five, he had dumped every chore on her... then begun loafing around and making a nuisance of himself everywhere.
Every day, he was either fighting or drinking. Once drunk, he would brag about his glorious feat of climbing Buzhou Mountain and shooting down nine suns with a single arrow.
Regrettably, no one believed him at all.
Then, every few days, he would head into wildernesses that were practically demonic realms to ordinary people to seek amusement, including but not limited to beating up demons and Mountain Spirits. He even spared none of the descendants of Divine Beasts.
The end result was that he kept causing heaps of trouble, and the only one who could step forward to clean up the mess was his unlucky daughter.
Then, the messes piled up.
The troublesome matters became more and more troublesome.
Yet no matter how she reminded or advised him, he remained incorrigible.
When unhappy, he threw drunken fits. When happy, he still threw drunken fits,