Lan Fozhi snapped her head up.
Her eyes shone astonishingly bright.
"Really?!"
"Mm."
Lan Jinghe nodded.
"But don't let it interfere with what matters."
"Keep your studies and your work separate."
"Got it!"
Lan Fozhi nodded vigorously, a broad smile instantly blooming across her face.
Like a blue lotus in full bloom.
Seeing her daughter's happiness, Lan Jinghe's heart softened too.
Oh, well.
As long as she's happy.
Having witnessed truly grand spectacles, Lan Jinghe paid no mind to the petty squabbles on the Douluo Continent.
Whenever she thought of how smug Chen Xinjie had become after Yun Ming achieved godhood, or how the Sun-Moon Federation actually believed it could one day gather enough strength to counterattack, Lan Jinghe found it laughable.
But... how am I any different from them?
Chen Xinjie and the others are frogs in a well. Even if I've leaped out of that well, am I not still the same insignificant frog?
As these thoughts ran through her mind, Lan Jinghe raised her head and looked toward the Doulong Technology Building.
Her gaze grew a little deeper.
Tang Wulin...
No one surnamed Tang is any good...
He'd better not have ulterior motives.
Otherwise...
A glint of cold light flashed through Lan Jinghe's eyes.
If he dares mistreat my daughter...
I don't care who he is. He'll die.
The mother and daughter gradually disappeared through the park's exit.
The last gleam of sunset sank beneath the horizon.
The sky slowly darkened.
The city's streetlights lit up one by one.
The gentle night slowly enveloped all of Eastsea City.
Outside the secluded cultivation chamber on the Spirit Pagoda's highest floor.
Qiangu Dongfeng paced back and forth in a white robe embroidered with cloud patterns. His boots tapped against the cold jade floor, the sound especially distinct in