The park was bustling with life the next morning. Children ran around laughing, couples strolled hand in hand, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Mengmeng skipped ahead, her face glowing with excitement. Zhang Han trailed behind, his senses heightened. He could feel it—the faint presence of spiritual energy lingering in the air.

As Mengmeng stopped to pick a flower, Zhang Han closed his eyes and focused. The energy around him responded instantly, swirling and gathering like an obedient pet. It was weak, almost nonexistent compared to the realms he had once ruled, but it was there. And it was enough.

Mengmeng’s laughter brought him back to the present. She held up the flower proudly. “Look, Daddy! Isn’t it pretty?” Zhang Han smiled and nodded, ruffling her hair. “It’s beautiful, just like you.”

But their peaceful outing was interrupted by a commotion nearby. A young boy had climbed a tree and was now dangling precariously from a branch, crying for help. His parents stood below, panicking but unable to reach him. Without thinking, Zhang Han moved.

He reached the tree in seconds, his movements swift and precise. Placing a hand on the trunk, he summoned the spiritual energy he had just connected with. The tree seemed to respond, its branches shifting ever so slightly to lower the boy into Zhang Han’s arms. The crowd gasped in astonishment, but Zhang Han didn’t linger. He handed the boy to his grateful parents and walked back to Mengmeng, who looked up at him with awe. “Daddy, you’re amazing!”

Zhang Han chuckled softly. “Daddy’s just good at climbing trees, that’s all.” But he knew it was more than that. His powers were returning, and with them came the responsibility he had tried to escape.The park was bustling with life the next morning. Children ran around laughing, couples strolled hand in hand, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Mengmeng skipped ahead, her face glowing with excitement. Zhang Han trailed behind, his senses heightened. He could feel it—the faint presence of spiritual energy lingering in the air.

As Mengmeng stopped to pick a flower, Zhang Han closed his eyes and focused. The energy around him responded instantly, swirling and gathering like an obedient pet. It was weak, almost nonexistent compared to the realms he had once ruled, but it was there. And it was enough.

Mengmeng’s laughter brought him back to the present. She held up the flower proudly. “Look, Daddy! Isn’t it pretty?” Zhang Han smiled and nodded, ruffling her hair. “It’s beautiful, just like you.”

But their peaceful outing was interrupted by a commotion nearby. A young boy had climbed a tree and was now dangling precariously from a branch, crying for help. His parents stood below, panicking but unable to reach him. Without thinking, Zhang Han moved.

He reached the tree in seconds, his movements swift and precise. Placing a hand on the trunk, he summoned the spiritual energy he had just connected with. The tree seemed to respond, its branches shifting ever so slightly to lower the boy into Zhang Han’s arms. The crowd gasped in astonishment, but Zhang Han didn’t linger. He handed the boy to his grateful parents and walked back to Mengmeng, who looked up at him with awe. “Daddy, you’re amazing!”

Zhang Han chuckled softly. “Daddy’s just good at climbing trees, that’s all.” But he knew it was more than that. His powers were returning, and with them came the responsibility he had tried to escape.The park was bustling with life the next morning. Children ran around laughing, couples strolled hand in hand, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Mengmeng skipped ahead, her face glowing with excitement. Zhang Han trailed behind, his senses heightened. He could feel it—the faint presence of spiritual energy lingering in the air.

As Mengmeng stopped to pick a flower, Zhang Han closed his eyes and focused. The energy around him responded instantly, swirling and gathering like an obedient pet. It was weak, almost nonexistent compared to the realms he had once ruled, but it was there. And it was enough.

Mengmeng’s laughter brought him back to the present. She held up the flower proudly. “Look, Daddy! Isn’t it pretty?” Zhang Han smiled and nodded, ruffling her hair. “It’s beautiful, just like you.”

But their peaceful outing was interrupted by a commotion nearby. A young boy had climbed a tree and was now dangling precariously from a branch, crying for help. His parents stood below, panicking but unable to reach him. Without thinking, Zhang Han moved.

He reached the tree in seconds, his movements swift and precise. Placing a hand on the trunk, he summoned the spiritual energy he had just connected with. The tree seemed to respond, its branches shifting ever so slightly to lower the boy into Zhang Han’s arms. The crowd gasped in astonishment, but Zhang Han didn’t linger. He handed the boy to his grateful parents and walked back to Mengmeng, who looked up at him with awe. “Daddy, you’re amazing!”

Zhang Han chuckled softly. “Daddy’s just good at climbing trees, that’s all.” But he knew it was more than that. His powers were returning, and with them came the responsibility he had tried to escape.