"They're twins, they're twins! Another boy is born!"
A jubilant voice rang out from the operating room, accompanied by the faint cries of a baby, and the exhausted Qin Yun's vision went black as she fainted away.
...
Hospital room.
Pei Yan lay on the hospital bed, with a needle in his hand.
He was engulfed in a sea of crimson flames, flames with immense destructive power, consuming everything.
He was the only creature within the fire.
"Give up, it's useless, no one can pull you out of hell, you're destined to die here, no one can redeem you."
"You're just going to be my stepping stone!"
"Pixiu? Hahaha, that's all it is."
Voices kept snarling around his ears, he wanted to move, but the crimson flames seemed alive, tightly wrapping around him, rendering him immobile, his spiritual power within dwindling bit by bit.
Though he tried hard to control, his spiritual power continued to drain away.
