Even Jia Yan couldn't guarantee whether Jia Rong could endure this; if not, he would have to give up.
"It might hurt a bit, bear with it."
Jia Yan let the shadow-like substance of the small tree approach Jia Rong's body.
This small tree certainly wasn't the one Jia Yan devoured back then, as it had long become part of Jia Yan's body and couldn't be extracted.
What Jia Yan was taking out now was merely a form of remembrance.
But within this commemorative substance, there indeed existed something that could bestow the benefits of antimatter to others.
At the very least, Jia Yan would absolutely not harm Jia Rong. Although he was reluctant to admit it before, now he had mostly accepted the existence of his son.
No father would harm his own son, and at least Jia Yan wasn't that kind of person.
But the pain of this integration was genuinely real.
Otherwise, Jia Yan would not have used such a dream-like environment to help Jia Rong.
