The Quiet Cultivation of Jiang Ming's Father

"Dad, you hit me? We haven't seen each other in over ten years, and the first thing you do when you see your daughter again is smack her forehead?"

Jiang Tingting instantly looked pitiful, her eyes brimming with tears, as if she might burst into sobs at Jiang Ming at any moment.

Jiang Ming sighed helplessly and touched a finger to Jiang Tingting's brow. "The Nine Secrets: Zhe. Is that enough? And we'll let it slide that you taught Xia Jiuyou the Nine Secrets: Xing without asking me."

Jiang Ming could more or less guess what his daughter was thinking. Even though his little girl had grown up, she still needed coaxing.

"Oh, Dad, you're the best! You really are my dad."

Just like that, Jiang Tingting was no longer upset, and her tears vanished.

She had been through a great deal and seen a great deal over the years. She had also come to understand what she had witnessed as a child.

Her father and mother had been cultivators at the very bottom. Her father had still been a Sea of Bitterness cultivator at twenty-one.

Her mother had died young, at twenty.

After growing up, even remembering these things caused her pain.

After all, by the time she was ten, she had possessed the strength to kill those Lightning Birds.

But what could she do about it? Time could not flow backward.

Knowing how powerful her father was now, she could imagine how much it hurt when the demons and obsessions of his past surged up again.

That was why she had spoken to Jiang Ming while holding the flower. She had wanted her father to simply sever those memories and start anew.

But now it seemed her father had succeeded in Dao Severing. And he had not been