[Ah, you can't do this to me! Just because I said I'm not doing a chapter burst, you stop giving me monthly tickets! That's not right! Xiaodao needs your support!]
When Song Mingyue found Ling Xiao, he had once again reverted to his appearance as a handsome and elegant young man, a refined gentleman in a chaotic world. The moment he saw Ling Xiao, he remembered his mother's words, and his first reaction was a pang of shyness. Luckily, it didn't show on his face. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Brother Ling, um… my father… he…"
"Hm? Hasn't your father already awoken?" The joy of having fused the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Soul into the Demon Blood Red Lotus Sword had not yet faded from Ling Xiao, and a gentle smile graced his lips. "This is about restoring his strength, isn't it? To be honest, what Martial Artist would be willing to lose their power completely? It's just that… Brother Song, you know your father's situation…"
