Chapter 1445: The Little Seedling II
The air that was stagnant suddenly shifted. A moment later, Zhao Li Xin returned, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. Girsha stirred, feathers rustling weakly as his massive head lifted.
His emerald eyes blinked open, and then widened in disbelief.
In Zhao Li Xin’s grip, dangling by the collar like a wayward chick, was a child.
"Who... is that?" Girsha’s voice was hoarse, but laced with astonishment.
The boy looked up at him, eyes sparkling like twin stars. Then, his face split into the widest grin imaginable. "Zhao Papa!"
Zhao Li Xin’s gaze turned sharp, his lips thinning into a grim line. But the child, oblivious to the growing tension, kicked his legs with wild excitement, chanting again and again, "Zhao Papa! Zhao Papa!"
A dry laugh rumbled in Girsha’s chest. "You’d better have a good explanation for Lory..."
"This," Zhao Li Xin said flatly, "is the Scion. The creature I extracted from the King’s body. It was a black seed, until I burned it. Then it became a green seed and... this."
He lowered the boy to the ground, and the little boy didn’t hesitate. Bare feet slapped against the cold ground as he darted toward Girsha, laughter ringing out like tiny silver chimes.
He grabbed one of Girsha’s vast wings and clung to it with fearless joy, his small hands sinking into the soft membrane as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Girsha’s golden eyes somehow widened further. "This child... he’s the seed? A fragment of Zalchana? The one the box was pointing to?"
"Yes," Zhao Li Xin replied, his voice sharp and unwavering.