Wenlong's four wives had given birth in succession. To celebrate the joyous occasion, Long Zhang arranged seven straight days of full-month banquets.
The Wen Residence bustled with festivities for seven days, only gradually returning to its usual peace after the relatives and friends had left.
With all four wives having recently given birth, Wenlong could hardly leave to cultivate. He could only spend more time with his wives and keep a firm hand on the children.
Wen Haohao had two older brothers and five younger brothers, yet she remained the little tyrant of the household.
As the little girl grew older, spurred on by such prodigies as Yuan Lailai and Yang Bingxue, she had made considerable progress.
She, too, cultivated with all her might, her cultivation close on the heels of Yuan Lailai's and Yang Bingxue's.
Of all the children, Wen Haohao was the closest to Wenlong. Perhaps it was because she was the most mischievous; her brothers were all afraid of their father.
Whenever she saw her father, however, she would cling to him. It was rare for any of his children to be so affectionate with him, and Wenlong showed Wen Haohao a little more tenderness in return.
Watching Wen Haohao cultivate so desperately, he seemed to see his former self. Back then, he had been forced to cultivate with all his might simply to protect himself.
Wen Haohao, meanwhile, cultivated desperately because she refused to fall behind. If only every child could develop that same awareness, turning shame into courage.
Then he would no longer have to protect these children for their entire lives. How wonderful that would be.
During his time resting at home, surrounded by his children and family, he fully enjoyed the happiness of family life.
But his ambitions remained unfulfilled, and he dared