In the blink of an eye...
Half a year had passed!
During those six months, Cheng Buzheng had not entered closed-door meditation to cultivate.
He was either keeping his wife company or guiding Cheng Ping'an in his cultivation.
Truthfully speaking...
Cheng Buzheng had hardly fulfilled any of a father's responsibilities.
Thus, Cheng Buzheng did not know whether it was out of a desire to make amends?
Or something else!
In any case, over these past six months, he had indeed done his utmost to play the role of a good father.
However...
In the end, he returned in a sorry state after being driven away by Murong Wanwan in disgust.
At this moment, inside a quiet room in the small courtyard...
Cheng Buzheng, seated cross-legged atop the Cloud Bed, could not quite figure it out.
"Could it be that this venerable self taught his son wrong?
"And what had made my wife so angry?"
"It shouldn't have been that classic maneuver of striking first when facing a powerful enemy!
"After all.
"In the Cultivation World, strength had always reigned supreme. There was no such thing as law.
"As for the laws of dynasties in the mortal world, they could not govern the lofty Mortal Cultivators."
"So it shouldn't have been that!
"If it wasn't that, then what was it?"
"Surely it wasn't because this venerable self told Ping'an to cultivate well and not dwell on those former daughters-in-law!"
"Although Cheng Ping'an had previously said that he would not care about those Female Cultivators who bore him children for cultivation resources, as the father of those children, how could he possibly feel nothing at all?"
"Though there were rather many mothers, as the children's father, he still held, more or less, some feelings for their mothers.
"Even if those 'daughters-in-law' of