The world seemed silent at this moment.
Mingjue held his breath, approaching slowly, fearing that this dream would shatter.
Getting closer, he finally noticed that Wang Weixun's eyes weren't pitch-black, but had a hint of brown, warm and soft like a lake under the sunset, reflecting the golden light from the Emperor Liquid.
However, perhaps he had slept too long; now that his eyes were open, his body still appeared somewhat stiff.
"Foster father... foster father..."
This wasn't a dream!
Mingjue moved forward in ecstasy.
Now, he could clearly see his joyful reflection in his foster father's pupils.
"Foster father..."
He murmured, and with a shift of his Spiritual Power, gently lowered his body, which was still suspended in the air, and carefully placed him on the ground with both hands.
Mingjue, unable to contain his excitement, knelt on the ground, moved forward a bit on his knees, getting even closer.
