Mushroom Cloud

"We've got her!"

When the last one appeared, a little girl who looked about three years old, with short, shoulder-length hair and a slender frame, dressed in red and barefoot.

Zhao Han knew at first glance that this was his daughter. His genes and bloodline recognized her.

She looked so much like he had as a child!

She didn't look especially pretty or sweet, and she wasn't big or tall for her age. But her expression and the space between her brows carried a natural chill and loneliness.

That chill came from the others isolating her, leaving her looking withdrawn and unable to fit in.

In a family where martial strength reigned supreme, one's status had always been determined by talent and strength.

In any case, the Nangong Family was a renowned lineage of Half-Demons that had endured for ten thousand years.

Their descendants couldn't be that bad. Even the worst had to possess at least average talent.

Talent so poor as to be useless was unheard of in the Nangong Family, and exceedingly rare.

She was so young that her strength couldn't possibly be judged, so her status must have been determined by her talent.

The fact that she was isolated meant her talent was terrible—unbelievably terrible, almost as useless as his own had once been.

Her appearing last only proved it further.

With a thought, Zhao Han tried to blow up the water orb in the steward's hand.

But in the scene reflected in the mirror, the water orb in the steward's hand didn't burst.

Zhao Han had prepared that orb deliberately, intending to take his daughter away at the first opportunity.

Who could have known something would go wrong halfway through?

"Something's wrong. My spiritual power is being blocked."

Zhao Han's expression darkened. He immediately tapped the