"Daughter, you... you... you can cultivate now, and you've reached the Space-time Realm?
Heavens, what... what exactly happened?"
When Zuo Wentian saw the power of space-time swirling around Zuo Chan'er, he was so shocked that he began to stammer.
Then his eyes reddened, and he was too overwhelmed to contain himself.
His daughter had been born with blocked meridians. He had taken her to countless famous physicians and invited countless alchemists to treat her, yet none of it had worked.
At one point, she had even been deemed cursed by the heavens—a worthless cripple incapable of cultivation.
Yet now she had miraculously recovered and even reached the Space-time Realm. How could he not be thrilled?
"Has your illness truly been cured?" Zuo Wentian asked again, still unable to rest easy.
Zuo Chan'er nodded, her heart still brimming with excitement.
Even now, all of this still felt like a dream to her.
"father, my blocked meridians have been completely cured. It was all husband's doing!"
Zuo Wentian suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted, "Good! Good! Wonderful! The heavens truly have shown mercy.
Even the heavens could not bear to watch my daughter suffer such pain and torment, so they sent a Kirin son-in-law to our family.
Good, good, good, good!"
Zuo Wentian was so overwhelmed that his words became incoherent, as though he were babbling nonsense.
Looking at his daughter, who still wore a veil, he opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, then finally forced himself to ask, "Daughter, now that your blocked meridians have been cured, has the pattern on your face faded at all?"
He carefully chose his words, trying to make the question as tactful as possible, afraid of hurting her self-esteem or touching upon her sensitive pain.
Zuo Chan'er nodded, her calm voice carrying an irrepressible