Time flowed on, and the long, nine-month wait finally came to an end.
Inside the Sea God Pavilion, the once-calm air was now shrouded in unbearable tension.
Outside the delivery room, Tang Wulin paced restlessly like a beast trapped in a cage.
Fine beads of cold sweat covered his forehead. His face was pale, and his hands were clenched so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his palms.
Crack!
A table made of ten-thousand-year black iron, which he had absentmindedly braced himself against, let out a teeth-grating groan as it twisted beneath his unconscious exertion, then shattered into a heap of scrap metal.
Several deep finger marks had also been left in the metal wall beside him, as though some terrifying Soul Cannon had blasted it.
"Wulin, calm down!"
"Don't hurt yourself!"
Na'er, Wu Siduo, Wang Qiu'er, Dai Yun'er, and Long Yuxue surrounded him, watching him with worried faces.
Na'er held his hand tightly, trying to offer him a little comfort. "Brother, Sister Gu Yue is so strong. She'll definitely be all right."
Wu Siduo handed him a handkerchief and gently urged, "Wulin, you're only going to make Gu Yue worry more like this."
Wang Qiu'er stood with her arms folded. Though she said nothing, she couldn't hide the anxiety in her eyes.
But Tang Wulin couldn't take any of it in.
His heart was entirely bound to the woman inside the delivery room.
"Nine months... nine whole months..."
He murmured to himself, his voice trembling. "Why hasn't anything happened yet? Could something happen to Gu Yue?"
Just then, the tightly shut delivery room door finally opened.
Xu Xiaoyan walked out looking exhausted, holding something wrapped in soft heavenly silkworm silk.
"The baby's here! The baby's here!"
Tang Wulin rushed forward in an instant, nearly crashing straight into Xu