All the generals were pleasantly surprised, knowing that Ji Wanrong's child had been growing for over a thousand years.
To give birth at this moment was truly the will of heaven.
Everyone went together, but only Long Fei went inside to help.
To be honest, it was Long Fei's first time encountering a cultivator giving birth, and he thought it would be different from ordinary people.
Who knew that once inside, he realized that whether for cultivators or ordinary people, giving birth was equally painful.
Ji Wanrong lay on the bed, covered in fragrant sweat, groaning in pain.
Despite her strong will, she refrained from screaming.
The room was filled with mysterious light, as if submerged below a water surface.
Golden dragon qi transformed into strange phenomena, swimming around the room, occasionally letting out dragon roars.
The midwife went in, but soon after, spotting a dragon head's phantom, she fainted in fright.
