Saint Ye narrowed his eyes, squeezing them into tiny slits, as though deep in thought.
"Your upper court is full yet without spring light, your lower jaw is taut yet without yang radiance. This is a sign of great emptiness!"
"You've been ravaged by women plenty again, haven't you? And the aftereffects are pretty strong!"
"(〃?A?) Nonsense! How am I empty!" Lin Heng hurriedly retorted.
"Look at you. Getting anxious again!"
The corner of Lin Heng's mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice, "I'm not talking about whether I'm empty or not. I mean somewhere else!"
"Somewhere else?" Saint Ye looked him up and down, then peered deep into his dantian. That single look nearly scared him out of his wits.
"(‵o′) Holy shit, where did the Dao Source on you come from, kid?"
As Saint Ye spoke, his eyes practically stood upright, and his mouth turned into an O.
As if he had seen a ghost.
Up to now, not even Meng Yutong and mom knew about this situation. Saint Ye was still the first person to see it.
That look was no small matter. Saint Ye then muttered, "More than twenty Dao tracks... why are they all coiled around the divine infant?"
Faced with his confusion, Lin Heng told him about his Dual Cultivation with "Ancestor Murong."
If one were to speak of cause and effect, it was most likely related to borrowing fortune.
Saint Ye's Human Lotus Root head withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was not a good sign.
"You mean a Great Vehicle Supreme squeezed away your fortune, then used the Dao Source within her own body to compensate you?"
"Uh... it should be like that, because while I was unconscious, my body was extremely exhausted. The five-element life-and-death