Of the two children he had raised, one chose to stay with a ghost in order to save him and his little junior sister, while the other went missing.
Shen villa was both a place of sadness and hope for him.
The child who had left back then had personally promised that he would return one day.
He had been looking forward to it day and night, wondering how she was doing and whether she was doing well, but there was no news at all.
He could only check for her aura when he came to Shen villa to collect the corpse.
"You've finally returned."
When the old Daoist said this, he was a little angry.
"This girl, she's been gone for seventeen years. I'm afraid she doesn't recognize me anymore."
"It won't, it won't," The second disciple quickly smiled and replied, "
"Even if little junior sister doesn't recognize me, she would also recognize you, master."
"Of course!"
The old Daoist glared at him and said smugly, "
the child I raised with my own hands ...
