Another three days passed.
On the towering cliff, Gu Chen sat cross-legged. As time went on, the premonition in his heart grew stronger and stronger. Tomorrow, in this world, he would reach eighteen as well.
Compared to other powerful beings, it was such a short span, as fleeting as an epiphyllum's bloom. But compared to everything Gu Chen had experienced in his previous life, it had already been long enough, and brilliant enough.
The Great God Circle was not a threat.
Gu Chen turned his head and looked over. On the mountain path, a graceful figure was slowly walking over, holding three little children by the hand, one on each side. Even though the children had developed to their current state right under his nose, Gu Chen still felt shocked. In three days, they had grown from newborns into the state of three-year-olds.
That speed was simply something else.
The human bloodline and the Dragon Clan's growth speed were carrying the two children through their frail stage at a frightening pace.
Gu Chen rose and walked toward Gu Yuena. After planting a kiss on her little face, he took Gu Xiyao's hand with one hand, rubbed Gu Chuli's hair with the other, and also picked up the happy little Jia Lin.
What Gu Chuli had inherited was indeed his mother's hair color.
Short silver hair, and one could vaguely see what he would look like when he grew up.
He would probably be about the same as the God of Destruction, but with both Gu Chen's and Gu Yuena's bloodlines, he would likely be even more good-looking, even more handsome.
His features were relatively soft, but not overly feminine.
Silver hair, and eyes of gold and purple.
Gu Xiyao had black hair, and her temperament was unexpectedly aloof.
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