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Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator. A man powerful enough to defy the heavens. A master of martial arts. A lord of spiritual power. Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I'm stuck in his body. But I think he'd like how things are turning out. So much happened last year! The battle at the Dueling Peaks, the revelation at the Azure Hills and the calamity that damaged them. But most important? I became a father. It's hard and stressful at times, but I've got an entire family for support. And yes, some of its members have feathers or fur. (Big D is very good at lullabies.) Anyway, spring awaits, and I find myself optimistic. I wish for a long, peaceful year for everyone. Even Gramps, the cultivator who took Rou in after his parents died. He cared enough to write me a letter so I hope my return message finds him well. Though I'm probably never going to see him again. After all, Rou was just a random kid he picked up on a whim. He can't be that interested in me. Right?