"I wonder if little San is cold or hungry right now. What if he runs into danger? Why can't I sense him anymore? Could little San..."
Ah Yin's entire stem and branches drooped...
Beside the spring of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Lan Changsheng listened to Ah Yin's rambling.
He gently stroked her. "Don't worry. I've been watching over little San this whole time. What, you no longer feel that the person inside that body isn't your child?"
"Ah..."
Ah Yin gave a long sigh. "Brother, didn't you say there wasn't a second soul inside little San?"
"As long as you've thought it through. But little San made this decision himself. Let's see how long he can hold on."
Lan Changsheng remained seated cross-legged on the large rock, his silver-blue outer robe looking particularly tranquil beneath the red and blue light reflected from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
His gaze pierced the night and fell upon the fight deep within Sunset Forest, where life and death were about to be decided.
The system's notification sounded in his mind again:
[Host's nephew Tang San detected facing a fatal threat. Vital signs declining rapidly.] [System recommendation: intervene immediately.]
As though deliberately, the scene around Tang San instantly appeared before Lan Changsheng's eyes.
Tang San had already reached the instant between life and death.
The tips of those pitch-black, venomous claws were barely an inch from Tang San's heart. The bone-piercing netherworld chill had already penetrated his clothes and pressed against the boy's warm flesh.
If that claw descended, then although Tang San's bones and muscles had grown considerably stronger lately, no amount of training changed the fact that this body was only seven years old.
Moreover, even an undefended Titled Douluo would have both soul and