Cang Lan picked up the egg and sighed regretfully.
"The dead egg has been taken out of its womb. It's fine now. The rest is yours. Take good care of Cloud Emperor Cat. I'll go out first and thank that person."
Cang Lan looked at Chen Qiyue, who was smiling happily outside the glass wall, and his gaze softened.
The little girl then followed Cang Lan. After changing out of their sterile clothes, they walked out.
Chen Qiyue was still lying on the wall and looking at the Cloud Emperor Cat inside when he suddenly felt a pat on his shoulder.
"Are you still worried about the Cloud Emperor Cat?" A deep voice sounded.
Chen Qiyue nodded and answered subconsciously, "Yes, I wonder how the egg is."
"The egg is dead." There was a hint of sadness in the voice.
"What?!"
Chen Qiyue was shocked. He turned around and saw the middle-aged man wearing a blue crown and the familiar little girl standing beside him.
