Silence descended upon the chamber, heavy and suffocating.
Lu Chen felt the sheer weight of Shen Yu's golden gaze pressing down on his shoulders like a falling mountain.
His chest heaved, his breath catching in his dry throat as the reality of Shen Yu's words sank in.
A second life. A legendary constitution. A chance for his frail, dying boy to not only survive, but to soar across the heavens as a supreme genius.
Without a second of hesitation, Lu Chen dropped heavily to both knees.
The solid stone floor cracked beneath his momentum as he slammed his forehead directly onto the ground, bowing with absolute, unquestioning reverence.
"If Young Master Shen can save my son and grant him a future, this Lu Chen swears by his Dao Heart!" Lu Chen roared softly, his trembling voice dripping with raw, uncompromising devotion.
