Myriad Phenomena Hall, Back Mountain.
"Wah, wah..."
A sharp pain stabbed through Qin Hao's Divine Soul again. He could not help coughing up two more mouthfuls of blood, and his face turned slightly pale.
"Qin Hao!" Mu Ziqing cried out.
"Your Dantian is damaged. Qin Hao, you won't be able to practice Cultivation anymore." Mu Changfeng's expression was grave as he took out a Pill and gave it to Qin Hao.
Once he swallowed it, Qin Hao felt his blood and energy flow smoothly again. The awful discomfort eased considerably.
"My Dantian is damaged, and I can't practice Cultivation anymore?" Qin Hao's expression changed.
"Then you can't practice Cultivation! Qin Hao, is Cultivation more important to you than I am?" Mu Ziqing huffed angrily.
"That's not it..."
Qin Hao shook his head, only to feel another throb of pain in his head. He had the persistent sense that there was something more important he needed to do—something he might already be doing.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could not remember it.
"Qin Hao, let's get married!" Mu Ziqing said.
"Married?" Qin Hao froze. For some reason, it sounded familiar.
"Yes. We'll stay at Myriad Phenomena Hall and be together for the rest of our lives," Mu Ziqing said sweetly.
"Mm. Together for the rest of our lives." Qin Hao smiled.
"She's here, she's here! It's a daughter! Qin Hao, how about we call our daughter Qin Jiang'er?" Mu Ziqing beamed as she held the baby girl and spoke to Qin Hao.
"Qin Hao, this is our son. Jiang'er, you have a little brother now. Make sure you look after him, all right? His name is Qin Ming!"
"Qin Jiang'er, Qin Ming..." Qin Hao gazed at the two little ones. It all felt so unreal,