Everyone was unaware that Xu Kun had made a trip to the Mount Tai Ghost Race. As they waited anxiously, they saw Xu Kun return from the bottom of the trench.
Su Xin and her sister let out long sighs of relief.
"Xiao Kun, how did it go?"
Xu Kun's brow furrowed slightly. "Most of the problems have been solved, but one remains. It isn't urgent, though. I plan to ask my master for advice."
Xu Kun had figured it out. Solving two major problems had already been no easy feat. As for the remaining one, he felt it was beyond his abilities, so he would naturally have to seek the counsel of a wise man.
His gaze turned to Ao Guang. "I have some good news for you."
Ao Guang froze, unable to make sense of it.
With a wave of Xu Kun's hand, the little azure flood dragon, now a ball of light, was released from the Investiture of the Gods List.
Seeing its appearance, Ao Guang, Ao Man, and the Su Xin sisters all widened their eyes.
"Bing'er... Is this my Bing'er?" Ao Guang wept with joy, almost afraid to believe it.
Xu Kun nodded. "Ao Bing's soul was gathered at the bottom of this trench by Jingwei's resentful soul body. I am now working on reviving him."
Thud!
Ao Guang dropped to his knees, offering endless thanks.
Words could no longer express his excitement.
Xu Kun helped him up and said calmly, "The grudges of the past have now been completely settled. I am also the Flood Dragon Race's son-in-law. I hope we can stand together through thick and thin from now on."
Ao Guang's greatest obsession had always been his gifted son. Now that Ao Bing had hope of revival, the knot in his heart