Tang Wulin gently stroked Lang's back and injected his soul power into her body to assuage her grief. 

After a while, Lang raised her head again, and asked in a gentle voice, "Wulin, is that really you? I didn't think I would ever get to see you again."

"It's me, Mother. Don't cry, it's not good for you; we've finally been reunited, so you should be happy! Don't worry, Her Majesty, the Holy Spirit Douluo, just told me that Father will be fine, and all he needs is rest."

Lang nodded firmly in response. She had naturally already learned about her husband's condition from the Holy Spirit Douluo. "Your father and I are so sorry for leaving you behind for all these years!"

Not only was she crying for her husband, her heart throbbed even more for her son! They had been forced to leave him back when he was only 10 years old, and 12 years had passed since then. Every single day of the past 12 years had felt like a year in itself, and she...