Cthulhu's power of replication was incomparably potent. In merely a few breaths, Gongyang Zhuo's body had been fully fashioned!
Gongyang Wan held the boy tightly in her arms, her eyes filled with anxiety. She gently patted his back and called softly,
"Azhuo? Azhuo?"
A moment later, Gongyang Zhuo's eyelashes trembled slightly before his eyes slowly opened. Seeing Gongyang Wan's face before him, he froze.
"Azhuo? Do you recognize me?" Gongyang Wan's hands began trembling uncontrollably, and her voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Big Sister..."
At those two words, tears spilled uncontrollably from Gongyang Wan's eyes. She suddenly clutched the boy in her arms and dropped to her knees, wailing at the broken length of spear!
No one had ever seen Gongyang Wan so emotionally overwhelmed. For a moment, they exchanged looks, feeling both joy and sorrow.
After a long while, Gongyang Wan gradually calmed down and set Gongyang Zhuo down. Only then did everyone clearly see the boy's face.
Gongyang Zhuo bore a forty-percent resemblance to Gongyang Wan. Though he was a young man, his features were delicate and refined without being effeminate. Like his sister, there was a resolute, unyielding air between his brows.
Gongyang Zhuo's eyes were red as well. With a thud, he knelt on the ground and heavily kowtowed toward the broken spear.
"This junior, Gongyang Zhuo, kneels in gratitude for Lord Marquis's grace of remaking me!"
Gongyang Wan did not stop him. She knew that her younger brother had always admired Huo Qubing, and Huo Qubing had saved her life as well. These kowtows were only right.
After kowtowing exactly eight times, Gongyang Zhuo rose again, then knelt and kowtowed to Lin Qiye, Hu Jia, and the others in the courtyard.
"I kneel in gratitude to all of you for the grace of remaking me. Gongyang