The Divine Craftsman Candidate

Nourished by the Prayer Angel's Soul Power, Zhen Hua's complexion improved considerably. Ya Li drew in a deep breath, slowly withdrew the Prayer Angel, and said, "There's nothing seriously wrong with your body. You just need to recuperate slowly. As a Divine Craftsman, you fell into the Holy Spirit Cult's hands for so long and still came back completely unharmed. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it."

Listening to Ya Li, Mu Chen and Mu Xi both let out huge sighs of relief.

"Senior Uncle, it's wonderful that you're all right. You scared me to death." Mu Xi threw herself into Zhen Hua's arms, her eyes moistening again. Because of Yuan Bao'er, Zhen Hua had never married in his life and had always regarded Mu Xi as his own daughter.

During the time Zhen Hua had disappeared, she had lived in constant fear. Back then, she had called Xia Yi on the Soul Guidance Communicator, begging him to save Zhen Hua.

On one hand, she had been desperately hoping Xia Yi really had a way. On the other, she had simply been seeking some comfort for herself.

But she had never expected that Xia Yi would truly bring Zhen Hua back.

"Many thanks, Your Holiness. I wonder how that useless disciple of mine is doing now?" Mu Chen looked at Ya Li and asked.

"Sister Yue sent them off for military training. When he comes back, I'll have him come see you." A trace of maternal radiance appeared on Ya Li's face, and she smiled very happily.

"Last time, he called on the Soul Guidance Communicator and said he had acknowledged Your Holiness as his godmother. I wonder if that was true," Mu Chen asked next.

"It's true!" Ya Li's smile was