"You little brat, wake up already, will you? Look at all the happiness you've missed out on because of your sleep—don't you feel regret?"
Inside the Soul Nurturing Bottle, Sikou Yu's soul trembled, as if trying hard to awaken, but still lacking the strength, it quieted down once more.
Ancestor Hongjun sighed softly, "Little Yu, you have to hang in there. Your little girl thinks about you every day, longs for you. Can you really bear to let her be sad, to disappoint her?"
Sikou Yu's soul trembled violently as if saying, No! I can't let Yaoyao be sad! I can't let Yaoyao be disappointed! I want to wake up, wake up, wake up...
But in the end, still powerless, he sank back into silence.
Ancestor Hongjun sighed again and channeled his Divine Power into the Soul Nurturing Bottle.
With the nourishment of Ancestor Hongjun's Divine Power, Sikou Yu's soul became a bit more solid.
