No one knew how long had passed when Lu Hong gradually awoke.
"You're awake?"
An old voice came from beside him, slightly weary and resigned.
Upon hearing this, Lu Hong's mind recalled the moment before he lost consciousness and he suddenly sat up, realizing he and the old man were on a floating piece of rubble.
"Old man, what happened before?" Seeing there was no danger around, Lu Hong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"I don't know. I think I lost consciousness at the same time as you. Here, this should be the soul of the child you are looking for."
Saying this, the old man raised his hand and handed over a completely transparent soul.
The sleeping soul was very small, almost like a little baby if it weren't completely transparent.
Carefully receiving Lock Fan's son's soul from the old man, as soon as it was in his hands, Lu Hong felt the peaceful aura emanating from the child's soul.
It was incredibly calming, as if his own soul had relaxed.
