The Plane Consciousness's head was buzzing.
When had its own Son of the Plane become so wretched?
There were hardly any opportunities left, and his destiny seemed to be declining too.
The Plane Consciousness couldn't spare much attention. It could only take a quick look at Huo Yuhao, while most of its effort remained focused on resisting Tang Hao's attempt to devour it.
The Plane Consciousness was already worried just to keep an eye on Huo Yuhao.
At this point, the Plane Consciousness had no idea what to do. It instinctively wanted to give Huo Yuhao a little more destiny and help him get back on his feet.
But suddenly, it seemed to think of something. The Plane Consciousness sensed that something was wrong. Why had Tang Hao, who was always desperately devouring it, suddenly let up?
And how had Huo Yuhao's destiny become so poor...
The more the Plane Consciousness thought about it, the stranger it seemed, but it couldn't figure out why. It was almost as if Tang Hao had deliberately eased up, deliberately letting it notice that something was wrong with Huo Yuhao.
But what good would that do them?
Huo Yuhao was its Son of the Plane, one of its own. Wouldn't that simply make it pay attention to him?
The more it thought about it, the more suspicious things seemed. But its brain couldn't handle thinking that much. In terms of human intelligence, it was only a child of a few years old.
It sensed that something was wrong, but couldn't figure out why for the moment, so it didn't rush to do anything about it.
"Forget it, forget it. Maybe this is just a trial for the Son of the Plane. I should focus on fighting Tang Hao first. If the Son of the