That night, Lu Ran slept deeply.
As early as a month ago, after he advanced to the third level of the Heaven Realm, some unusual changes had appeared within the Sculpture Garden. The trembling of the Blood Skull Evil Sculpture had gradually weakened.
By mid-February, the Blood Skull Evil Sculpture had fallen completely silent.
Lu Ran had wanted to ask Immortal Sheep, or simply establish a spiritual connection with the Blood Skull Evil Sculpture, but after turning it over and over in his mind, he held himself back.
He feared the evil sculpture's silence was merely an illusion. He feared this was the most critical moment.
If his impatience disturbed the god and his father and caused some mistake, it would be beyond remedy.
Lu Ran chose to wait in silence.
That was also one reason why he had often sat alone in the Eight-Corner Pavilion lately.
No matter what, the settled evil sculpture gave Lu Ran a sliver of hope.
Perhaps on the third day of March, his father could successfully revive? Perhaps he could stand by Lu Ran's side at the most important moment of his life and witness this ultimate battle.
Lu Ran waited patiently, even though there was already little time left.
From February twenty-eight to the third day of March, the blood skull remained utterly quiet. Immortal Sheep and his father had given no sign.
"Heh."
In the bedroom, Lu Ran lay on his side, watching the sky outside the window gradually brighten, and could not help letting out a deep sigh.
Was his father still going to miss it?
He had already missed everything from the past ten years. One more time hardly mattered, did it?
"Up so early?" An arm suddenly reached over and wrapped around Lu Ran from behind. Her soft, gentle