Ten years slipped by in the blink of an eye.
Jing Tian and Xuewei's daughter, Jing Ying, was now nine years old—a lively, adorable, and clever little girl. She had inherited the best traits of both her parents; her large, expressive eyes were bright and full of curiosity and vitality. Maoshan and Huaying's son, Maoshi, was eight. He had a round, sturdy face that looked thoroughly honest and good-natured, along with a kind and pure heart.
Over the past decade, Lu Manor had remained peaceful and serene. Lu Zhanyuan and Li Mochou had spent their time in tranquil cultivation, drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
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