"Hehehe..."
Ling Ming patted the man in the black robe on the head and giggled. Everything had happened so quickly that he hadn't noticed his father's arrival.
The man in the black robe played along with Ling Ming, murmuring, "Heap it up and release it thin. First, I'll help you suppress the Extreme Flame Demon God bloodline until the right moment for you to awaken, then you'll soar to great heights."
"If you wish to become a Great Emperor, you must endure losses that ordinary people can't bear."
Ling Ming didn't understand language yet, and just continued to giggle foolishly. At that moment, the man in the black robe placed his right hand on Ling Ming's belly, and suddenly, blood light burst forth as a magic imprint was infused into Ling Ming's body. However, the little guy seemed to feel nothing, still patting the man in the black robe on the head, making his hair a mess.
