Qingyi slowly rose to his feet, eyes falling shut as a faint tremor coursed through his fingertips.
It was a child's cry. Unmistakable. His child.
Tianjin remained where he was, a carefree expression on his face and a casual smile playing at his lips, his golden horns glinting in the afternoon light.
"Better get going. My wife was furious because I took too long to go see little Qianyao," he remarked, taking another sip of his liquor.
"I'll get everything ready to welcome the child. The birth of a Child of Destiny in the Martial Alliance is something the entire Central Region should celebrate!" Tianjin rose unhurriedly, his robes settling around him.
Many Celestial Emperors still surrounded Qingyi's pavilion, and those from external factions—present at the alliance as guests—were already reaching out to their own sects to prepare gifts.
