A great cultivator who has completely lost his memory and was reborn is living in a world with almost no aura. This is a cultivator with no ambitions. He only wants his nephew and niece to grow up and support him in his old age. Then she kidnapped an incompetent nanny and started a life of being forced to make progress.
It's written more casually without an outline. The author has been hit hard recently and has less self-confidence. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it. I won't accept any criticism or unpleasant remarks. This is written with happiness.
Intention: Cultivation is not omnipotent, life is mediocre at best