Lu Huaijiang couldn't be more familiar with that black mass of foul air.
It had accompanied him for the entire time, lingering and lingering.
It brought him endless pain and slaughter.
But these things shouldn't have appeared on Yang Dianfeng.
He was the God of Wealth's lost soul and fragment. Originally, this soul and fragment were only used to protect Jiang Huailu. After Lulu overcame this calamity, she would return to the Divine Realm and continue to be a High God of the Nine Heavens.
But now, he was still in the mortal world.
"Has she started giving birth again? That's great." Yang Dianfeng was already in his twenties. His body was as smooth as jade, but the originally bright and handsome youth had become a little gloomy.
"You can go see her. I think she must be very happy." Lu Huaijiang stood in front of him and frowned when she saw the aura lingering around him.
"She won't be happy." Yang Dianfeng shook his head.
"You know what I mean."
