Xin Lan and Feng Huo had been burning their souls for a long time. Even Ling Tian's God Sealing Restriction had stopped working, and in the end, they drifted away on the wind. The scene of their farewell to Feng Lin brought Ling Tian back to the moment Yuan Hao and Mo Yue had parted from him. His heart had been torn to shreds, yet he was utterly helpless.
Their greatest comfort was entrusting Feng Lin to Ling Tian. With Ling Tian there, they knew Feng Lin would no longer be alone. They believed Ling Tian, who had suffered a similar fate and shared a similar lineage, would treat Feng Lin with genuine care.
Heavy-hearted, Ling Tian left the planet. Sitting on Little Zhu with Feng Lin in his arms, he thought of how Xin Lan and Feng Huo had died, and seemed to see Lingyun and his wife drifting away on the wind.
As if he knew Ling Tian was in low spirits, Poxiong, who was usually so talkative, fell silent too.
"Alas!" Ling Tian finally let out a long sigh, feeling utterly helpless.
"Wah... wah..."
A baby's cry roused Ling Tian from his sorrow. Looking at the crying Feng Lin, he was at a loss. He murmured, "What's wrong? Why does Lin Er keep crying?"
A day had passed since they left the planet where Feng Huo and Xin Lan had died, but Feng Lin had been crying nonstop, leaving Ling Tian baffled. Afraid Feng Lin couldn't withstand the harsh environment, Ling Tian had kept the Buddha Image Phantom active to protect him. He was certain Feng Lin wasn't crying because of the outside conditions.
"Ling Tian, could the little guy be hungry?" Poxiong's voice rang out, but he quickly dismissed the idea. "No, that can't be it.