Murphy gently squeezed his daughter's small hand, his tone laced with a hint of resignation. "You're such a little rascal."
His gaze then shifted to the small, slightly flustered figure disappearing down the corridor. Deep within his calm eyes, a gentle, almost imperceptible smile rippled.
When Murphy had chosen to leave behind a bloodline and father Mo Ling and Mo Weiwei, he'd never had a single moment of hesitation or regret.
He knew better than anyone that as his Dao Body continued to transform, changing his physical structure and the very essence of his life, the probability of him having more children in the future would approach zero.
The births of Mo Ling and Mo Weiwei eight years ago were less a coincidence and more one of the last anchors to the mortal world he could grasp before his life form underwent a complete transition.
Their very existence was a continuation of the part of him that was once "human," a legacy left in this world.
