After wandering outside for a while and hastily protecting a group of people, more than half a year had passed.
During that time, Tantai Yan met a few friends and showed off his little disciple. By the time they returned to Jiming Mountain, the little disciple was already two years old.
The two-year-old Gu Miaomiao could already speak. No matter where Tantai Yan was, she would tenderly call out 'Master, Master'.
The first time he heard this address, Tantai Yan was reminded of that night when he stormed the mountain stronghold.
Perhaps the disciple originally wanted to say 'Master'. Maybe she wanted to comfort him.
Feeling deeply gratified, Tantai Yan regained his motivation to study martial arts and got up early every day to practice in front of the grass hut.
That day, while he was practicing, little Tuanzi slowly crawled down from the bed, wobbled to the doorway, and when she saw the figure as graceful as a swimming dragon, her mouth slowly opened wide.
