You're the One Who Made Me This Way

With his target locked down, Zhao Han let out a sigh of relief. "Looks like the Charm Family is in the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

But then his brows furrowed slightly. "These two both died four years ago. Their auras are from four years ago, too."

"After all this time, there's a good chance the Charm Family has moved. They might not still be in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The Dragon Seeking Stone may only be pointing to the aura they left behind when they moved."

Regardless, Zhao Han decided to take his chances.

"Mm... it's you!"

A voice sounded. Nangong Bugu had woken up. She got to her feet and looked at Zhao Han, still a little dazed.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Call me Dad."

Zhao Han immediately corrected her. This unfilial daughter was a little dim, so he had to teach her now. Otherwise, who knew if she might disgrace him in the future.

"Oh, Dad!" Nangong Bugu mumbled, then her eyes lit up. She had smelled the snacks.

She casually tossed aside Xiao Hei, whom she'd grown tired of playing with, then got out of bed and hurried over to the table, reaching her little hand in to grab something.

Zhao Han watched her with amusement.

The father and daughter spent a warm, harmonious time eating and drinking in the room.

When they had nearly finished, Zhao Han took out the Fate Stone and set it on the table.

"Bugu, I'm going to test your aptitude. Hold out your hand."

At the sight of it, Nangong Bugu looked a little disgusted.

The Nine Infant Family had plenty of these things, and she had been tested once when she was two.

The result had been black with the faintest traces of gray—the very peak of useless aptitude, just