One Dies like a Smoke

Luo Huainan's Yuanying stopped struggling.

The light net that was like a chessboard stopped tightening.

Hovering in the mid-air above the small green bottle, the Yuanying displayed a baffled expression as he watched Tong Yan approach the table.

Yet, the expression wasn't apparent, because the Yuanying had just been born; so it was understandable that his expression was also weak.

Tong Yan sat down on the stone stool, his eyes leveled with Yuanying's.

The appearance of Yuanying looked like Luo Huainan, but a lot tender. It was an interesting experience when Tong Yan moved his face closer to Yuanying.

"You have raised a Yuanying in secret, and that is why you have seldom stayed on the Cloud Dream Mountain these last three years. I think this is the last path you have prepared for yourself."

"I don't even know what you're talking about. Let me go at once!"