"If that's the case… if the tree continues to weaken, then eventually even the species that are fine now will—"
Qi Yu smiled faintly. "You're a perceptive one."
Shen Xinghui could hear the clear affirmation in Qi Yu's words.
A chill ran down his spine.
This world was quietly heading toward its ruin, and no one seemed to realize it.
Qi Yu placed a hand on his head gently and stroking it with a worried expression.
"I have a special skill that allows me to bear children," Shen Xinghui said. "But even among my acquaintances, there are many people who have had children without such a skill. Why is that?"
"They must have wished for a child with an incredibly strong love," Qi Yu replied.
"Huh?"