Wutong Recognizes Her Father

"What does the Douluo Continent actually look like?"

Inside the Sea God Temple, a covered bridge stood suspended amidst a sea of clouds.

Tang Wutong leaned against the bridge railing, resting her chin in her hands. Her beautiful, large eyes blinked as she gazed out at the surging sea of clouds in the distance.

For some reason, Tang Wutong always felt that something on the Douluo Continent was pulling at her, every single moment of every day.

"I heard that Uncle Feng and Mother both ascended to the God Realm from the Douluo Continent."

The moment the words left her lips, a pair of hands reached out from behind Tang Wutong and gently covered her eyes.

"Xiao Qi, guess who I am? If you guess right, there's a reward."

The voice behind her was intentionally deepened, but Tang Wutong recognized it instantly.

The corners of her mouth curled upward into a lovely arc as she said triumphantly, "Uncle Feng, no matter how you disguise your voice, I can still recognize it."

Feng Yan let go and walked around to crouch in front of her, asking with concern, "Wutong, have you felt any physical discomfort lately?"

Tang Wutong tilted her head, thinking carefully, "No discomfort, it's just that my memories feel very chaotic, and... I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things..."

Feng Yan's expression darkened. This was actually about what he had expected.

Separating a divine soul was never an easy task; the slightest mistake could endanger one's life.

Fortunately, the other half of Wutong's divine soul was currently being nurtured within his own spiritual sea.

"Uncle Feng, what about my gift?"

Tang Wutong's voice interrupted Feng Yan's train of thought.

He paused for a moment, then smiled and opened his portable storage space, taking out a carved, silver-gradient