Xing Huimie quickly came before Qin Jun, kneeling on one knee. He was bare-chested, his hair disheveled, and under the sunlight, his muscles were as hard as rock.
Suppressing his excitement, he said, "Greetings, Ancestor God!"
How many years had it been?
He could no longer remember.
He almost forgot Qin Jun's face, but he could never forget Qin Jun's figure.
Qin Jun looked at Xing Huimie, who was completely different from his memories, and a look of emotion appeared on his face.
"You've grown up completely."
Qin Jun's first words made Xing Huimie's whole body tremble.
In the Supreme God Realm, he was the Destruction Source God that terrified all beings and creators, yet only in front of Qin Jun did he seem like a child.
"I haven't grown up. In front of you, I will never grow up."
Xing Huimie said with a trembling voice. Before he died, his greatest wish was not to see his children grow but to see Qin Jun once more.
He wanted to tell Qin Jun that he did not fail him.
