"Mommy…" Dumpling's murmur arose, and my tears brimmed in my eyes in an instant.
It's good, he came back, it's good that my Dumpling is fine.
Just at that moment, Zhang Zidao's hand touched my stomach, his grave expression unchanged, "Wanwan, don't… don't get too happy too soon. Dumpling's soul… only half has returned, the other half…"
"The other half is where? In Ten Thousand Poison Hall's hands? Or in that Illusion Realm??"
My heart took a heavy blow, and I was thrown into complete disarray.
The hairpin in my hand was gripped to the extreme, feeling like my state of mind could lose control at any moment.
"To tell the truth, as your master, I also don't know where your precious disciple's… other half of the soul has gone," Zhang Zidao stared at the blood tears on my face and sighed, "But what you need to do right now is to protect yourself, your Blood-weeping Syndrome is about to flare up."
