Ling Muyao is the son of Ling Tianyu and his wife, naturally, there is a connection between mother and son.
On the Mechanism Ship, Ling Tianyu sat on the bed, sipping a cup of hot tea, enjoying the cool breeze, and looking at the scenery outside the window. The view from such a high altitude isn't exceptionally beautiful, nor is it particularly bad; it can only be said to be half and half.
"Luckily, it's not a bloodline eruption." Duan Yanran breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "If it were a bloodline eruption, we'd have to rely on Senior Ximen Liehuo and the others to handle it. Otherwise, it would be difficult for Northern Ming Xuan and the others to suppress it."
"Son's bloodline isn't ideal. Actually, I hope his bloodline is just slightly better than ordinary, no need to be so extraordinary, constantly making us worried."
