"It's all right, after you remember, everything will be fine," the middle-aged uncle patted his son's shoulder, his face exuding kindness.
Wei Yao, full of youthful vigor, had a ferocious look on his face.
He lowered his head to look at the platinum ring setting on his finger, which had just endured a massive explosion, now bearing a cluster of black scorch marks.
The gemstone that had been set in it was long shattered, leaving only an empty setting.
Wei Yao gritted his teeth, "My Earth Soul was put into a ring by my foster parents? Why would they do such a thing?"
"This operation is somewhat reminiscent of... the Life-Extending Robe in my Su family's life and death embroidery." I can't be completely certain.
Wei Yao asked me, "What is a Life-Extending Robe?"
"Some people, when their lifespan has run out and they don't wish to succumb to death, attempt to borrow the lifespan of others to prolong their own life," I explained.