It was the afternoon when I went back to my home. I had a meal and had a rest.

when I came to bed, I could not help sighing at the withered body of the jacket. This child has the destiny of Eight Suns. If he grows up, he will be a hero. But no one thought that he was so tortured at a young age that he almost died.

"Taoist priest, why hasn't my grandson woke up?" The grandma in the coat asked with worry.

"grandma, don't worry, your grandson will wake up soon." I said softly, comforting the old man.

"at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will...