In the rear mountain of the Sacred Peafowl Mountain, a young, pretty girl threw herself at Jiang Chen. It was his and Dan Fei’s daughter, Nian’er.
After so many years, she had grown up quite a bit more. She was now a charming young woman, prancing about like an exuberant fawn. Her doll-like face resembled his in several features.
Jiang Chen’s usual heroism morphed to sentiment and affection as soon as he saw his daughter. He had always felt that he owed her a great deal.
“You’re so tall, Nian’er,” he remarked warmly. He had missed almost every stage in her development. She was so close to adulthood already.