Wang Xinglong breathed a sigh of relief, yet he also felt a sense of comfort.
No matter what, the Wang Family now had an heir.
And since the child would follow Zhang Shao and be treated as his own, their future would certainly be bright.
Wang Xinglong sat down cross-legged on the spot. He slit the soles of his feet, the center of his chest, and the space between his eyebrows. Three fine streams of blood flew out, converging above his skull to form a Blood Pearl the size of a fingernail.
His body shriveled at a visible rate until he was nothing but skin and bones.
"Zhang... Shao... I'm... counting on you."
Wang Xinglong struggled to lift his head and look at Zhang Shao, forcing a faint smile.
Then his head slumped, and he breathed his last.
Zhang Shao raised a hand, drawing the Blood Pearl to him. His expression was ecstatic, his gaze burning as he looked at Fang Min.
