Time flows silently in the tree hole.
Chen Ping couldn’t remember how long he had been sitting in front of this stone platform.
His consciousness was sometimes awake, sometimes blurred, like a candle in the wind, flickering and flickering.
The vitality continued to gush out from the palm of his hand, injecting into the two golden seeds.
He could feel his flesh becoming thinner, his bones becoming weaker, and even the golden dragon bloodline in his body was decaying at a slow but irreversible rate.
But he didn’t let go.
The two seedlings grew taller and stronger day by day in front of his eyes.
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