"Dad, dad, dad!"
Of course, Wu Tian was still unaware of the plans being made by the elders of the Eastern Taizhong Palace. He had just finished his cultivation when the little one came running over joyfully with Little Kirin and Little Phoenix. The Kunpeng was being raised in a small backyard pond. No Heaven Villa was never short of pavilions, gazebos, or a pond stocked with fish and shrimp—all essentials for spending idle time fishing. This pond, built for that very purpose, had now become the little Kunpeng's home.
A smile appeared on Wu Tian's face as he watched the little figure bouncing toward him. He doted on this girl, and she was sensible too, occasionally even giving her old dad a massage.
No wonder they say a daughter keeps her father's heart warm. It's really true!
