Seeing the puzzled faces of the audience and Xu Jie, Lu Heng gently stroked his long beard, smiled faintly, and said, "As for the eleventh child, it is indeed Young Friend Xu's biological child!"
"However, he was not born in the future."
These words left Xu Jie stunned on the spot again.
"Old Daoist, you mean to say..."
"The child wasn't born in the future?"
"But is someone I have now?"
Xu Jie exclaimed in disbelief.
"Correct!"
Lu Heng nodded slightly and said, "At the end of your life, one of your ex-wives brought a middle-aged man to your deathbed."
"Looking at your extremely weak appearance, she told you a truth."
"You do have a child of your own; the middle-aged man standing by the bedside is your son!"
"And at her request, this middle-aged man knelt at the bedside, gave you a bow, and called you 'Dad.'
"You used the last bit of strength to open your eyes and looked at the middle-aged man kneeling in front of you.
