"Don't be afraid. Come with me!"
Su Zhenzhen straightened her back and took a deep breath, then took the young man's hand and slowly led him over to He Pingsheng.
"He Pingsheng... you've finally come?"
Tears still clung to her face.
He Pingsheng nodded.
Beside her, the young man suddenly dropped to his knees. "Your son, He Tianya, pays his respects, Father!"
???
He Pingsheng's mouth fell slightly open. He was astonished beyond words.
A son?
He Tianya?
Mine?
He Pingsheng felt his emotions take the greatest turn of his entire life in a single instant.
Still unable to believe it, he said, "Stand up first, then we can talk!"
"Yes!" He Tianya rose to his feet.
He Pingsheng stared at his face.
The boy was tall and slender, with handsome features and a bearing as gentle and polished as jade.
An ordinary-looking man like me, He Pingsheng, actually fathered such a handsome son?
Well, it couldn't be helped. His mother was simply too beautiful.
"How old are you?" He Pingsheng asked.
He Tianya replied, "I'm one hundred and five this year, Father!"
Phew...
He Pingsheng let out a long breath.
One hundred and five.
That added up. After he and Su Zhenzhen had left the secret realm back then, they had spent several more days tumbling about in this little courtyard in Southern Heaven City. Perhaps the boy had been conceived then.
So many years had already passed.
Before he knew it, a trace of guilt welled up in He Pingsheng's heart.
He swept his divine sense over his son's body and discovered that he had already reached the third layer of the Golden Core Stage.
Reaching the third layer of the Golden Core Stage in a hundred years meant his talent was quite decent.
He Pingsheng looked at