"Oh."
Fang Qingzhu was, after all, not foolish.
After being reminded by Xiaoyu, she hurriedly cast a technique of Three-Colored Divine Light, chanting under her breath.
Chen Ping perked up his ears to listen carefully, but he still couldn't make out what spell she was chanting.
He just noticed that the golden seal in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a vast, familiar, gentle energy appeared once more.
This time, it wasn't at Cuihu Residence, nor were there schemes from all sides, life and death struggles... Chen Ping focused intently and discovered that his own bloodline was boiling, seemingly with an extreme sense of excitement.
How to describe this feeling?
Like a wanderer returning to their hometown.
Parents long separated, seeing their son again.
Intimate, natural, longing, bloodline connection, resonance of Qi Mechanism...
