Wang Qian's gaze dropped to the counter. He could not see spirits, but the Musician's spirituality allowed him to sense that something was there.
He lifted his eyes and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with longing and pleading in his gaze.
Zhang Yuanqing once again exhaled a breath of Lunar Moon energy, which drifted gracefully onto Wang Qian's face. Wang Qian felt a chill on his cheeks, as though frost had formed around his eye sockets.
He felt as though his vision had been granted some special ability. He immediately looked toward the counter and, sure enough, saw an adorable infant with sparse fetal hair lying there.
Unlike before, the baby's dark, gleaming eyes were full of liveliness, occasionally flashing with intelligence. They were no longer hollow and ignorant.
Wang Qian's gaze instantly softened. He picked up the Infant Spirit and said, "If my sister could see you, how happy she'd be. Her child is still here. You've always been here."
Or maybe she'd be so scared that mother and child would reunite on the spot. Zhang Yuanqing mocked silently, then said:
"Ordinary people can fall ill from fright if they see spirits. I advise you to abandon that bold idea.
"You have fifteen minutes to interact with the spirit and see it. Make the most of this chance to catch up."
With that, he headed deeper into the hotel.
He took the elevator upstairs and arrived at the room on the far left of the third floor. Zhang Yuanqing knocked on the door.
Click!
The doorknob turned on its own, and the door slowly opened inward.
Zhang Yuanqing stepped inside, passed through the entryway into the living room, and swept his gaze around. He saw the Stop-Killing Palace Lord lounging behind a desk, with a window directly behind her.
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