The Hardest Beauty's Grace to Bear!

As the runes slowly faded, Feng Nanzhi's originally form-fitting clothes suddenly bulged outward by several inches at the abdomen, growing somewhat tight.

At the same time, Chen Luo suddenly felt as if something were drawing on the blood coursing through his entire body. The source of that attraction was precisely Feng Nanzhi's womb.

"You didn't..." Chen Luo felt something suddenly clog his throat. After pausing, he said, "Didn't you say you weren't pregnant?"

Feng Nanzhi looked at Chen Luo and said calmly, "From Feng Nanzhi's perspective, I didn't want you to know. But as the Tiger Clan Empress, I had to let you know."

"This child is yours."

"With your cultivation, you should be able to sense the bloodline."

Chen Luo fell silent for a moment. He had no idea how to describe what he was feeling. When the result was suddenly laid out before him, every emotion crashed down on him like a tsunami. His mind was blank, and he had no idea how to face what came next.

Then, a thought surged into Chen Luo's mind: I... I'm going to be a father?

Chen Luo bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself clearheaded. Mustering all his strength, he said, "Even so, since this concerns the interests of the human race, I..."

Just then, a tiny, milky, soft and crisp voice rang out in Chen Luo's heart—

"Awoo—woo—"

Chen Luo's body jolted violently. It was as if an invisible thread had sprouted from his heart, winding around it again and again. The other end of that thread, however, was clutched by an unseen little fist.

Just as Chen Luo tried to follow that thread and sense the life being nurtured, Feng Nanzhi suddenly raised her hand again and tapped herself. The runes that had faded away reappeared,