Though his foundation was damaged, instead of fighting outside, he works as a steward in the Law Enforcement Hall at Lisong Valley, leading a much more stable and respectable life than before.
The vigor he once had as a Loose Cultivator has been mostly washed away by this comfortable life, and at first glance, he appears benevolent and kind.
"You've practiced that 'White Clouds Emerging from the Valley' move well, Shuyao is really impressive," Hee Qi praised with a smile.
Little Shuyao finished her pose and proudly tilted her chin up:
"Of course! Daddy, once I master the sword, I'm going to become a great Sword Immortal like Uncle Chen!"
"Hmph! It's Uncle Chen again! Why don't you grow up and marry Uncle Chen, Shuyao?"
Hee Qi felt a bit jealous.
Ever since he brought his daughter home, she kept calling out to Uncle Chen every day, making the old father feel quite envious.
