The moment Long Wujin's voice fell silent, Long Qingyi's mind began to spin, as if the entire world had slipped off its axis.
His eyes widened as a thread of Wujin's consciousness invaded his mind, and in the blink of an eye, Qingyi's bloodline consumed it whole.
Then, Wujin's entire lineage poured into him, hot and heavy like boiling blood coursing through his veins.
Qingyi groaned in pain, teeth grinding as his whole body seemed to burn from within.
A moment before his consciousness faded completely, Wujin's voice echoed one last time.
"Take good care of our Rou'er, and when you reach the land of the true gods, tell my mother that I love her and that I'm sorry."
The very instant those words faded away, Qingyi plunged into a deep sleep.
He had no idea how much time had passed before his eyelids finally managed to flutter open again.
