Mo Jiuli felt very puzzled in her heart!
"Let's go over and take a look, and you'll understand!" Di Minghan knew what Mo Jiuli was wondering about and took her hand, leading her to the next room.
Mo Jiuli saw her own son, sitting very properly on a garden, his eyes closed, and his delicate little face expressionless. Spiritual power continuously flowed into the little guy's body. Seeing him so adorable yet so serious made Mo Jiuli couldn't help but be astonished...
"Were you like this when you were a child?" Mo Jiuli asked, looking at Di Minghan beside her.
"I wasn't as smart as our son. I only started cultivation at the age of three!" Di Minghan said with a smile. What he said was true; he was also a genius in his childhood, but he didn't become sensible until he was three years old, while his own son was not even one year old yet!
"How long did I sleep?" Mo Jiuli asked, looking at Di Minghan.
