Inside True Martial Hall, Red Boy sat cross-legged, his expression filled with excitement and anticipation as he looked at Lu Chuan beside him.
How many years had it been?
Only he himself knew how much effort he had put in just to grow up, but the final answer had left him utterly speechless: he needed to keep searching for his real father and use his essence to regulate and improve the condition in his body, where yin flourished while yang declined.
Yet the final answer he found was that he was only a Fire Spirit Pearl.
How could a pearl have a father? The answer was that it did not.
Fire belonged to yang to begin with, but solitary yin could not give birth, and solitary yang could not grow, so he had merely been sent by Tathagata through Guanyin to borrow Princess Iron Fan's womb, using yin energy to incarnate and take form...
He had thought he would never grow up, but now Lu Chuan had given him hope again.
"Emperor, how should I... cooperate with you?"
Red Boy looked somewhat nervous. "Is there anything I need to pay attention to with this method?"
"No need. You just have to relax your whole body."
Lu Chuan smiled faintly. "Don't move. If you feel any discomfort, speak up immediately, understand?"
Although he and Red Boy were not father and son by blood, in the end, Red Boy had still been nurtured into being after being touched by his yang energy.
All things in the world had causes before they bore fruit. What had happened back then was the cause, so helping him today was the fruit. And this boy's clever, quick-witted air was something he liked very much.
Taking him as an adopted son could also be considered a fine