"Am I... about to give birth?" Long Yuanyuan asked weakly, her hair disheveled, her hibiscus-like face deathly pale, and cold sweat pouring off her.
A day in heaven is a year on earth, and time is kept without count in the Primordial World.
Earlier, while carrying her child, she had galloped wildly all across the Primordial World, roaming both heaven and earth.
Chapter 107