No one knew how long had passed before Jiang Ping An opened his eyes again.
"Woodhead!"
"Ping An!"
"Boss!"
Seeing Jiang Ping An awaken, Meng Jing and the others were overjoyed. Many wept tears of joy.
They had almost thought they would be separated from Jiang Ping An forever.
"Thank you."
Jiang Ping An's soul was still extremely weak, and he could only force out a smile.
Through tens of millions of reincarnations, his soul had been torn apart. If not for Meng Jing, Little Xue, and the others recounting their past by his side, he would have undoubtedly lost himself and ultimately perished completely.
If an Immortal's soul was extinguished, then they were truly dead.
The body was merely a vessel; the soul was a person's true core.
He had always used the spiritual secret art "Reincarnation" to deal with others, yet this time, he had nearly been dealt with by Reincarnation himself.
"You damned Woodhead, you scared me to death!"
Meng Jing raised her fist, intending to punch Jiang Ping An's chest a few times. But she was afraid of hurting him, so in the end she lowered her hand, buried herself in his arms, and wept.
Jiang Ping An raised his hand and gently stroked Meng Jing's hair. This man, as tough as steel, spoke with a softened voice.
"I'm sorry for making you worry... I've already thought of a name for our son. He'll be called Jiang Chuan."
It was because he had heard Meng Jing mention their son that his consciousness had begun to recover.
"How did you know it's a son?"
Qian Huan Rou secretly wiped away her tears and asked in confusion.
Meng Jing's belly had not yet begun to show. At this stage, the fetus's sex had yet to be determined, so