Philip continued to monitor the children’s practice progress. They were stronger after the potion's effects, almost on par with the practitioners in this school. It would not be long before they could stand on their own feet, which was indeed worthy of admiration. They were very grateful to Philip, who gave them a second life. If not for Philip's help, they would still be in the orphanage without enough food or clothing. How could they have ever dreamed of becoming a practitioner that everyone yearned to be? Therefore, everyone regarded Philip with the utmost respect and saw this serious man as their father. As Philip taught them how to practice, a little boy approached him timidly, but his eyes were full of longing. Philip stroked his head curiously, wondering what he wanted to say. “Harry, do you want to tell me something?” Philip said. He was always very gentle to these kids. Harry clenched his fists and mustered his courage. He asked softly, “Can I call you Dad?”
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