Lin Zhaoyue watched Fang Yuan take Fang Qingyue into his arms from Zhao Lusi.
At the same time, the laughter slowly faded from Zhao Lusi face, replaced by genuine surprise.
"I can't believe you actually managed to make a World Spirit willingly become your daughter."
There wasn't the slightest hint of mockery in her voice.
She truly found it unbelievable.
Fang Yuan gently patted Fang Qingyue's head while the little girl buried her face against his shoulder, occasionally glaring at Zhao Lusi.
Without another word, Zhao Lusi pointed toward the enormous crack in space.
"Normally, world Spirits are more like that."
Everyone followed her finger.
Beyond the spatial rift, Fang Lian was locked in a fierce battle.
Her sword danced relentlessly as she clashed against Drog Koram's corpse, which moved with unnatural precision.
The world will was moving the lifeless body.
As the battle continued, Zhao Lusi's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Oh my, she's so strong. I want her."
