Tianjin walked away from Qingyi, his eyes resting on his daughter and niece.
He already knew Qianyao would soon be by his side.
She remained with Qingyi, a young man destined for nothing less than absolute greatness, and it was only a matter of time before father and daughter were reunited.
But Rou'er was different.
For the most part, it had already become an almost certain truth in his heart that she was dead.
He knew her mother had managed, at the very last second, to send her far away from the Heavenly Demon.
After that, however, only silence remained.
The Celestial Heaven was vast, an infinite ocean of worlds and stars.
In the first ten thousand years of his search, he had found only a few clues that pointed to her existence.
In the hundred thousand years that followed, even those crumbs dissolved into nothingness.
By the one hundred and fifty thousandth year, he had already given up, focusing all his attention on healing the daughter he still had left.
