"Mother!"
Little Qing Han leaped into Feng Ruqing's arms. With a bright smile on her little face, she giggled. "You have finally made a breakthrough!"
'How nice.
'Mother is becoming more powerful, it may not be long before she would be as strong as the Ninth Emperor.'
Feng Ruqing stretched out her arms and embraced the soft bundle in her arms. She stood up from the grasslands and her eyes fell upon the little boy who was deep in sleep on the grass.
"How long more until Fu Chen wakes up?"
The little boy sleeping among the grass had a white and smooth face, more refined than an immortal child.
He slept very soundly, no matter how loud the outside world was, it was not possible to wake him.
Little Qing Han raised her head, staring blankly ahead and said, "I don't know either, Brother Fu Chen will wake up when he is supposed to wake up I guess."
