Luo Chuan stood at the entrance of the Rose Garden, reminiscing about his last visit, which seemed to have been five thousand years ago.
At that time, Luo Chuan had finally broken through the mid-stage of Saint Rank. Due to the high starting point of the Angel Clan's cultivation, it was very difficult to make further progress.
Frans came out of the Rose Garden expressionless, "Why?"
Luo Chuan gave a wry smile, unable to utter a word.
"Come in, she wants to see you," Frans really felt like giving him a good beating.
But remembering how ten thousand years ago, Luo Chuan had rescued him from the Insect-Beast Army, blocking a fatal strike from an Insect Beast with his own body...
"Have you ever felt that her luck during the Holy War was a bit too good?" Luo Chuan said to Frans.
"Especially when it comes to bearing my offspring, it's unbelievably good, right?"
"You know what kind of beast you are best. Is it that easy to conceive a child? Maybe..."
