But he was thinking completely not like in despair, given he was already strong enough for this lower realm.
As the major story, which would commence in the upper realm, was the concern he should be thinking about.
But now, with a new hope, he felt somewhat of his motivation returning. While looking towards the system window, suddenly his eyes noticed something peculiar.
"System," he murmured quietly, not wanting to wake his sleeping wife, "what do you mean by 'Sons of Heaven Mothers'? Plural?"
His other hand traced down Ying Jia's flat stomach, appreciating how helpful to him she was, but his vitality had at least restored her figure to absolute perfection.
Feeling how his finger traced on her belly button, slowly sliding between the wetness of her pussy, he rubbed and moved his finger in circles over her clit, seeing how he was too rough on her.
But at least she was no longer the withered husk he'd found.
