The little one in his arms seed startled, letting out a few whimpering sounds from his small mouth, and his little hand moved twice, directly hitting Jun Moyan’s face.
Tears welled up in Jun Moyan’s eyes. He suppressed the excitent in his heart and smiled, grabbing the little one’s restless hand to place it near his lips for a kiss.
"It was risky. The little one has suffered quite a bit these past five months. Thankfully, he’s got the bloodline of you, his father, a Soul-suppressing Beast. The little one’s vitality is strong, too. It’s also thanks to several Elders and the Clan Leader taking turns to infuse him with Spiritual Power that his heart was protected, saving him."
Feng Liyan sighed faintly, reaching out to stroke the little one’s head, continuing, "Fortune favors the good. Don’t worry, he’s very healthy."
Hearing about the child’s suffering these months, Jun Moyan’s heart wrenched with pain, trembling as he leaned down cautiously to press his face against the child’s tender face, feeling his warmth eased him sowhat.
"...Thank you."
"Please don’t thank , I cannot bear it. Instead, all the Cat Demon Clan mbers have asked to thank you on their behalf; if it weren’t for you..." Feng Liyan chuckled, refraining from continuing.
Yet the scenes of that day kept surfacing in his mind.
Had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t dare believe that the Soul-suppressing Beast could indeed allow those who had been dead for a very long ti, souls unknown where to return, even scattered into fragnts, to be reborn.
On that day, those relatives of the Cat Demon Clan who had died returned.
Even those Cat Demons, Fox Demons, Snake Demons, and all those innocent people previously hard by Zuo Yan ca back.
Amidst a river of blood and bodies, they were reborn, embracing and celebrating with their loved ones.
Yet amid the cheers, he vanished into the heavens and earth...
Each ti Feng Liyan recalled it, he wished to ask the supposed grand, lofty order, what wrong did they commit?
Why did everyone push them towards a dead end, even at the cost of innocent lives?
He was ford from Spiritual Energy, created by all existence, a Spiritual Object, guarding the peace of the Netherworld for tens of thousands of years, an auspice, how did he beco the condemned villain in their words for reckless abandon of life, the unforgivable evil?!
He truly wished those self-proclaid noble destiny folk could see clearly, the supposed evil they spoke of ultimately exhausted all their Spiritual Power to save those innocent lives...
"Has the little one’s na been decided yet?" Feng Liyan pulled back his wandering thoughts, asking with a smile.
Jun Moyan looked at the little one sleeping soundly in his arms, replying with a smile, "Jun Shi’an."
Feng Liyan nodded, "That’s a good na."
Seeing Jun Moyan focused solely on the child, not saying a word for a long ti, Feng Liyan hesitated for a mont, unable to resist asking:
"You... won’t ask about the Little Princess?"
Jun Moyan’s action of holding the child’s little hand froze there; he looked at the sleeping child’s face for a while, his voice shaking as he gently said, "...It doesn’t matter, no matter how long, I’ll wait for her."
Before he could finish speaking, his voice was already gone, the last two words stuck directly in his throat.
Tears blurred his vision again, causing Jun Moyan to nearly lose his footing.
"What if... I’m just saying, what if she can’t return?" Feng Liyan didn’t want to crush his hopes, but he truly had no confidence.
Jun Moyan’s heart wrenched with a tearing pain that instantaneously spread throughout his body.
After a long pause, he finally mustered the strength to respond, "She won’t leave alone, and there’s the child, she wouldn’t."
After a mont of silence, he endured the pain and spoke again, "...I will always wait for her."
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