Lonemoon's eyes twinkled. He was just about to discuss the plan in further detail when he heard a soft clanking behind him, as if something was breaking into pieces. The light beam which had illuminated the night sky previously had suddenly disappeared.
"Little An!" Bao Feiping exclaimed, running toward his child. He rushed forward and caught him as he was falling to the ground. "How are you? Are you alright?"
The child's eyes fluttered open. Then, he responded in a weak voice, "Father."
Bao Yi rushed to join the group as well. "Little An…"
"Grandfather."
Bao Feiping quickly checked his son's pulse. After a few seconds, he heaved a sigh of relief before turning to Yi Qing. "Thank you for all your help, Fellow Immortal. We are forever grateful."
