Darryl closed his eyes tightly; his hands and legs did not stop with the weird actions.

He was in the midst of developing martial techniques, and he was utterly engrossed in it.

Jewel and Debra did not dare interrupt him; they just waited quietly by his side.

The ladies had never dreamt that they would need to wait for the next few hundred days.

Time flew past them.

Then, it was a year later.

…

At the Guang Ping Palace in the New World.

The mansion had a back garden where the flowers blossomed as usual.

Monica was in the garden's gazebo, and she wore a long silk dress. She had a smile on her face as she sat there.

A little boy, who had just celebrated his first birthday, made some noise as he took his first steps. A few servants stood beside him; they were there to take careful care of him.

The boy was Monica and Darryl's son.

Monica had named him, Ambrose Darby.

His name was a symbol of their remembrance for his father indefinitely.

When he grew up, she hoped that he wou