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Back For My Daughter

"Dad promises that I will always be there with you, my little baby." It was Ye Qian's promise to his child who was yet to be born. However, fate didn't seem to agree as it took his life in the form of an accident before he could see his little one's face. The promise that was made to his wife and daughter reverberated as he left the world, just two months before the child was born. He died, but his soul transmigrated to another body in a different realm. 5000 years of deliberate cultivation in the heavenly realm as a venerable, helped him to reveal the secrets that could pave way for his return to the mortal world. Finally, he achieved the ultimate power to break through the spatial tear and return to earth. "Don't worry, my baby. Dad is on the way to meet you," He chanted as he confronted the tribulation. Even when earthly suppression depleted his cultivation, he frets not. All he wants is to meet his family and fulfil the word he once gave to his daughter and her mother. Let's accompany Ye Qian on his journey to search for his family and witness his efforts to keep his wife and daughter happy as he helps them to cultivate, for an eternity together. Join Ye Qian on a journey where he struggles against the norms of the world. ______________________________ Note: The story will have 2K + chapters, and all this happens within a time of 1 or 1.5 Years of the story, so the Story is bound to have a very slow pace. Hope you guys enjoy it.

HaoShu · 都市
分數不夠
1302 Chs

COUGH, I Am 31 Years Old

"Papa!"

"Hehe, I missed you so much."

Little Jia ran to Ye Qian as soon as her teacher released her after seeing Ye Qian.

"Haha, you are very happy, did anything special happen today?"

Seeing her smiling so brightly, Ye Qian asked.

"Hehe, I can't hide anything for Papa."

The little girl grinned and then waved a paper after removing it from her worn-down bag.

Ye Qian's heart ached as he couldn't help but blame himself.

'How can I be so dumb, I always forget that to get some good bags for Butterfly and Jia.'

But even though the condition of the bag was worn down, the little girl carefully handles it as if it was a new bag and then waved the paper in front of her.

When Ye Qian saw the paper, his brows raised high in surprise.

This was something which he was never able to achieve when he was the age of his little girl.

With a bright red pen, there was a ten out of ten number on the corner of the paper.