A sharp pain suddenly wracked Duotu's heart. Immediately after, his realm of power instantly dropped from True King to Half-King Peak!
"Luoluo!" He didn't have time to worry about the power rapidly draining from his body. He teleported back to the delivery room in a frenzy. The next second, the bouquet of purple iris flowers in his hands scattered across the floor.
With bloodshot eyes, he stumbled to the bedside, only to embrace a body that had stopped breathing.
The witch doctors were already in a state of chaos.
"This always happens. She was fine right after giving birth…"
"It's postpartum hemorrhage!"
"The Young Master! The Young Master is fine!"
A witch doctor quickly brought the child over, but Duotu didn't even glance at him. He held Sang Luo's gradually cooling body tightly, covered his face, and wept bitterly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Luoluo, I'm sorry…"
He had forced her to have this child.
