A complete concept-level outfit, not even sparing the red-clad female ghost.

"The concentration of yin energy in your room is at least at the level that an A-grade vengeful ghost would need to stay overnight to reach."

Zhao Qian walked to the window and wiped the glass with her hand.

A thin layer of frost clung to my fingertips.

"The temperature hasn't fully recovered yet. Ordinary people might not feel it, but it can't fool me."

Zhao Qian turned around, her gaze returning to Zhou Tian.

"Was the woman in red here last night?"

Zhao Qian's tone was very certain, clearly indicating that she had already accepted this fact.

Zhou Tian was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.

"Yes, she came."

Since we can't hide it anymore, we might as well admit it openly.

Anyway, Zhou Tian is now fearless.

"and then?"

"How did you survive? The woman in red is an A-level vengeful ghost. Although her killing pattern is unknown, according to our records, there are almost no survivors wherever she goes."

Zhao Qian pressed for more information.

Zhou Tian shrugged.

"I don't know either. She came in, looked at me for a while, and then left. Maybe I was just lucky."

"Just lucky?"

"In paranormal events, luck is the most unreliable thing."

Zhao Qian sneered.

She walked up to Zhou Tian, ​​the two of them less than a meter apart.

Zhou Tian could smell a faint fragrance on her.

It's not perfume; it smells more like the fresh scent of some kind of soapberry.

"to be honest."

"Are you already dead? Is the person standing before me now just a corpse controlled by a vengeful ghost?"

Zhao Qian stared into Zhou Tian's eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Zhou Tian could feel Zhao Qian's body tense up slightly, and her right hand subtly moved towards the short stick at her waist.

She was on guard.

Action could be taken at any time.

Zhou Tian laughed.

"Miss Zhao, do I look like a dead person?"

"It has warmth, a pulse, and it breathes. Dead people can't do these things."

Zhao Qian stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her.

Zhao Qian did not let her guard down.

"Some vengeful ghosts are very good at disguising themselves, and can even mimic the physiological characteristics of a living person. I need to investigate."

"How do we check?" Zhou Tian asked.

"Let me use my supernatural powers to clean your body."

"If you have already been possessed by a vengeful ghost, then supernatural powers will no longer be able to harm you."

Zhao Qian said in a cold tone.

Zhou Tian glanced coldly at Zhao Qian, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"If I were alive, wouldn't I be dead?"

Zhou Tian's voice was calm, yet carried an indescribable sarcasm.

Zhao Qian nodded, her expression unchanged.

"Not necessarily. If you're lucky, you might survive."

Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"Luckily? You survived?"

Zhou Tian repeated it, then laughed.

The laughter was soft, yet it made the temperature in the room drop even further.

"What if I don't want to?"

Zhou Tian stared into Zhao Qian's eyes and asked, word by word.

Zhao Qian also looked at Zhou Tian, ​​her heroic eyes showing no wavering.

"That's not up to you."

"Whether you like it or not, I will check it. This is procedure, and it's the rule."

Her right hand had already gripped the short stick at her waist, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Clearly, she was ready to take action.

Zhou Tian suddenly laughed.

He smiled broadly, almost exaggeratedly.

"Miss Zhao, do you know who I am?"

Zhou Tian tilted his head, his tone playful.

Zhao Qian frowned.

"I don't care who you are. When it comes to paranormal events, everyone is the same."

"Are you some kind of Heavenly King himself?"

Her tone already carried a hint of impatience.

Clearly, she believed that Zhou Tian was stalling for time or bluffing.

Zhou Tian shook his head.

"No, I am not the King of Heaven."

He paused, then slowly spoke, his voice clear and strong:

"I am your father."

The moment Zhou Tian finished speaking, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Zhao Qian was taken aback at first, and then anger quickly surged onto her heroic face.

Her brows furrowed, and a sharp, cold glint flashed in her eyes.

"court death!"

Zhao Qian's voice suddenly rose, filled with anger at being offended.

She swiftly drew the short stick from her waist with her right hand; the dark stick gleamed with a metallic sheen in the dim light.

The patterns on the stick began to glow faintly, and a cold and dangerous aura emanated from it.

Clearly, this is no ordinary weapon.

Instead, it's equipment specifically designed to deal with paranormal phenomena.

Zhao Qian took a step forward, her short stick whistling through the air as she thrust it straight at Zhou Tian's chest!

This strike was swift and ruthless, showing no mercy whatsoever.

If stabbed, an ordinary person would likely suffer broken ribs and internal organ damage on the spot.

But just as the short stick was about to touch Zhou Tian...

Zhao Qian's movements suddenly froze.

Her arm stopped in mid-air, the short stick less than ten centimeters from Zhou Tian's chest.

Those eyes, which were originally full of anger, now looked blank and confused.

Then came an unbelievable shock.

Zhao Qian slowly raised her head and looked at Zhou Tian.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice carried a hesitation that even she herself couldn't understand:

"You...you're really my father?"

Zhou Tian was also stunned.

Although he already knew the effect of the talent "I am your father".

But when he saw it in action, the shock was beyond his imagination.

A demon tamer who was just moments ago filled with murderous intent and ready to attack him.

Now she's looking at him with that bewildered, even slightly dependent gaze.

The contrast is too great.

It was so big that Zhou Tian couldn't help but gasp inwardly.

"Is this talent... really that monstrous?"

Zhou Tian muttered to himself.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Now that the talent has taken effect, we should make good use of this opportunity.

Zhou Tian gave a gentle smile.

He reached out and gently patted Zhao Qian's shoulder.

"Of course it's me, my dear daughter."

His tone was as natural as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

Zhao Qian's body trembled slightly.

She looked at Zhou Tian, ​​the confusion in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a complex emotion.

There was guilt, panic, and a hint of... grievance?

"Father...I'm sorry..."

Zhao Qian lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"I didn't notice you just now, I didn't recognize you... I hope you won't be angry, Dad."

She even put away the short stick and put it back into the leather sheath at her waist.

He transformed from the capable and sharp demon tamer he had been just moments before into a child who had done something wrong.

Zhou Tian was overjoyed, but he maintained a gentle expression on his face.

"My dear daughter, Daddy's not angry."

Zhou Tian reached out and ruffled Zhao Qian's hair.

The movements were very natural, as if he were genuinely comforting his daughter.

Zhao Qian did not dodge, but instead lowered her head slightly to make it easier for Zhou Tian to move.

A faint blush even appeared on her cheeks.

"Thank you, Dad..."

Zhao Qian said softly.