59, Ordinary People

Time rewound half an hour earlier.

In a room deep within the Flying Boat.

The floor was littered with empty wine jars, and the old Daoist lay among them, soaked with wine from his robe, uncaring as he continued to chug the liquor.

"Lu'er... Yue'er is fighting again... Am I really that useless..."

His bleary eyes looked up at the light cast by the Long Bright Pearl as if once again seeing his long-lost daughter.

From the moment of her birth, to her babbling words, her unsteady first steps, the excitement and curiosity when she first learned the Thunder Technique, the nervousness and fear when she first flew, the fragility and longing after her initial return from Eternal Night, the pain and sorrow when she begged him not to probe about her pregnancy...

"I know, Yue'er must be deceiving me, the price he has to pay is probably not so simple..."