At this moment, the crown prince cradled a three-or-four-year-old girl in his arms, in such urgent distress that he was drenched in sweat. Upon seeing Ji Changsheng, he finally exhaled in relief, falling to his knees on the spot.
"Young Master, please save Linlin. Linlin unintentionally inhaled the death energy from Netherworld. She has already started to fall into unconsciousness, and there are even some scales appearing on the back of her hand."
Ji Changsheng looked at the girl's hand, and indeed, there were some scales on it.
A flash of blood-red light crossed his eyes.
"Is she your daughter?"
The Crown Prince nodded repeatedly: "Young Master, as long as you can save Linlin, Qi Country will definitely establish the Holy Sect as the national religion, to be revered eternally."
"It's quite unexpected that you would care so much about your own daughter."
After all, the Crown Prince's filial piety toward his father was well known.
