"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?"
"I've heard that what protects the core of life is the deep love shared between both parents. The deeper the love, the richer the color of the core. That love nurtures the core and enables it to withstand the immense magical energy involved in the union of highly magical beings."
