"Daddy, why don't you allow me to cultivate?"
Up in the highest world, a ten-year-old girl sat in a massive hall in front of a middle-aged man with black hair.
The man with black hair was the Opposer, and the child in front of him was his youngest daughter, Artemis.
When Gravis had discovered new love, the Opposer and his wife had felt their old love being rekindled.
When Artemis had heard about Cultivation from her friends, she had felt it to be wondrous.
People could fly around?
People could completely reshape the entire world?
She also wanted to do this!
"Artemis," her father said. He tried his best to make his voice as soft as possible. He didn't want to scare her or suppress her with his authority.
"I love you, and you know that I only want the best for you," the Opposer said with difficulty.
Artemis didn't react.
Her father told her so often that he loved her that this statement had no impact on her.
