Ling Tianyu felt some heartache for his fiancée; after all, she would have to bear a heavy price, and pain was inevitable.
With a wave of his right hand, Ling Tianyu condensed ten drops of Essence Blood and injected them into his fiancée's belly, to alleviate some of the pain, since it was his child, and also for the child so that it would be born with good talent and bloodline.
He had already sensed the bloodline; having a Spiritual Root was certain, it just depended on what kind of Spiritual Root it was.
Duan Yanran gently caressed Ling Tianyu's cold cheek, tears falling one by one. No one wanted to lose their beloved, and even less did they want the child to be born without a father, as that would be an incomplete childhood.
Everything was observed by Ling Tianyu, but he couldn't show himself. He couldn't tell anyone, especially those too familiar with him.
