Hearing Lu Zhishen's words, Siming snorted and said, "Humph! You better keep your promise. Otherwise, both of us will have to pay with our lives."
"Okay, okay. You are so naggy!"
As their voices faded away, Lu Jueyu still couldn't recover from the shock. She didn't understand everything they were talking about, but she was certain the younger voice belonged to her father.
In the next moment, she saw bluish dust appear out of nowhere and drift down onto the soil. The dust glistened in the sunlight, and the moment it touched the earth, it was absorbed.
The soil slowly darkened in color, turning the space's black soil into spiritual soil. While she was still stunned by what she saw, a faint voice echoed inside her mind.
'My baby girl, this is Dad's gift for you. Plant something delicious for yourself and my unborn grandchildren. If you need anything, just go to the mountains and get it. Dad will always protect you and your family.'
"Dad—"
