"Of course I believe you!"
Qin Zi responded almost reflexively.
After saying this, he paused, then, like a deflated balloon, slowly lowered his head.
He bowed his head in thought for a moment.
Then he lifted his head, determination gleaming in his eyes, and with clenched fists, he said, "Father, don't worry, I won't disappoint you."
After speaking, he closed his eyes, and a trace of Spiritual Power seeped once more from the center of his brow, entering the Ancient Stele of Creation.
Seeing this, Qin Chuan smiled with satisfaction.
"A promising student indeed!"
Within the Ancient Stele of Creation.
A gray Hell Space.
Originally, a Wraith was sitting cross-legged on a small island within the gray sea, practicing with eyes closed.
"Splash!"
Suddenly, a thread of Spiritual Power dangled down from above, hooking him like a fishing hook.
"Hmm??"
The Wraith opened his eyes, glanced at the thread on his body, furrowed his brow slightly, then closed his eyes again.
