The dust in the forest neared the sunlight; the soul of a large egg flew too slowly. It felt like moving backward, making it hard to progress.
At that moment, Lin Fei approached the cluster of light, which appeared significantly brighter to his eyes in the dust.
A chubby white child, about 50 centimeters long, wearing a bellyband, delicate, sleeping adorably and enchantingly—if a woman were to see this scene before her, she'd want to comfortably hold the child.
Lin Dun blankly stared at his son. Lin Dun believed that the cluster of light was an ancient painting, a weapon, an elixir. Don't worry, son.
Who is this person? Why is he sleeping in the gray mist?
Lin Du had a thousand mysteries but could not explain. He infused the children with spiritual consciousness, and they changed too.
