In the days that followed, the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance was abuzz with activity.
The birth of a Child of Destiny drew the attention of every power in the central region, and the news spread like wildfire.
Qingyi found himself inundated with gifts from all corners, accepting each one with a warm smile before tossing them into his spatial ring.
Of course, he wasn't unhappy about it.
In just one week, he had accumulated the equivalent of about three hundred thousand Lust Points' worth of gifts, should he ever decide to purchase everything through the system.
A decent sum, no doubt. But at the moment, his focus lay elsewhere.
The crystal-clear laughter of a one-week-old baby echoed through the skies as Qingyi sliced through the air.
Clinging tightly to her father's horns, little Lingxi rode him as if he were a wild dragon she herself had tamed.
