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"": ""Dad?"
That certainly wasn't directed at him.
Why did that voice sound a little familiar?
Not just a little. Why was it so familiar, as though it had touched the deepest part of his heart?
Luo Bin felt wave after wave of... suffocation.
He shook his head hard, bracing a hand against the icy stone wall of the Mountain Rift. His pupils contracted, and his fingers instinctively clutched a protruding rock, two of them slipping into a crack.
A faint sting came from stone grit working its way beneath his nails, the sharp edges threatening to slice his flesh.
This shouldn't be possible.
His mother He Lianxin's soul had been lost inside the Death Prison unfurled by the Heaven-Veiling Entity on Sawu Mountain.
When his soul had returned to his body, he had been unable to take hers with him.
When he had returned to take Luo Shan away, the situation had been critical. With no leads whatsoever, he had been unable to stop and search for He Lianxin.
How could he possibly hear her voice here?
Was he hearing things?
Were there more strange things in this place?
"He... is your... grandson!"
The halting words stumbled out, laden with sorrow.
Luo Bin felt the suffocation intensify, a wrenching pain gripping his heart.
"Lianxin, you still refuse to see reason. If you hadn't thought this way back then, I would never have treated you like that."
The low, cold voice carried an even stronger note of bitter disappointment.
That voice...
He Gongde!
Luo Bin tightened his grip, squeezing harder!
"He is the Venue Master of Primordial Calculation's Sacred Way Mountain branch, a separated strand of living soul. You could never give birth to a son like him!"
"He is part of Master's plan."
"You and