Chen Tang landed, throwing two chopsticks out so they returned to the chopstick holder on the table in the main hall.
He still possessed surplus strength and had not harmed Chen Shi at all; he had simply cut off all of Chen Shi's senses and allowed him to sink into a deep sleep.
Chen Tang carried Chen Shi back to his room to rest, tucked the quilt in snugly around him, and sat by the bedside looking at the sleeping Chen Shi, his gaze growing a fraction gentler.
The Chen Shi lying on the bed overlapped with the tiny Chen Shi in his memories.
He still remembered when Old Lady Wuzhu delivered the baby and smiled as she told him it was a boy, that he could go inside and take a look. He had cautiously lifted the door curtain, terrified lest the wind outside blow on his wife and child.
He held the tiny Chen Shi in swaddling clothes, looking at this newborn infant, and suddenly joy washed over him, his eyes involuntarily filling with tears of emotion.
He had the sensation that his own bloodline was flowing within this tiny infant, as though his own life had extended itself into this child.
From this moment onward, he no longer feared death. He could do anything for this family and this child, even lay down his life.
Because he knew this child would carry a part of him to survive and endure in this world.
Furthermore, this child would eventually have children of his own, continuously passing down this bloodline of his, and thus he, Chen Tang, would achieve immortality in another sense.
He walked out of the room and said to Black Pot, "He's very good. He can give me a surprise every time."
Black Pot wagged its