C911 Lin Chang'an's Soft Heart

This simple sentence struck Lin Chang'an like a bolt of lightning.

A child existed.

A daughter, no less.

The Ancient Saint claimed she possessed an extraordinary constitution.

For a moment, a weight seemed to lodge itself in Lin Chang'an's chest—he had a daughter.

It was as if a god of slaughter, with a history of millennia of bloodshed, had suddenly discovered a tender spot