The Emperor’s Heart’s Host

After strolling around the house, Lin Xin remained in the bedroom on the second floor, while Lin Huang returned to the first floor.

Suddenly, a misty human-like form appeared in front of him again.

'The world will?' Lin Huang was about to inquire why it had appeared. 

Before he could do that, however, the world will suddenly lifted its misty arm and touched a finger to the space between his eyebrows. 

The next instant, a series of unfamiliar scenes suddenly appeared in Lin Huang's mind.

Initially, everything was pitch black, and all he could hear was someone in the room talking.

"This child was born with a broken Life Wheel; he won't live long." This voice sounded familiar to Lin Huang. After racking his brain, he finally realized who the voice belonged to—the Emperor's Heart!

"That's not a big issue. I can heal it for him." This voice sounded a bit like Lin Xin, but the vibe it exuded was not quite the same.