As Li Tianming and Jiang Feiling discussed their recent experiences, the golden star in their arms seemed to enter a flickering state.
The flickering was calm, opening and closing with the steady rhythm of breathing.
Noticing this, Li Tianming looked up.
He met Jiang Feiling's eyes and asked in some surprise, "Ling'er, what's wrong with this child?"
Jiang Feiling's gaze was gentle as she looked at the golden star in her arms and smiled. "He should be asleep. He'd already worn himself out playing before this, and I was just about to let him rest and nurture his origin. Then you, his father, arrived and brought him a presence that lets him feel at ease, so he slipped into it even more easily."
"So that's how it is." Li Tianming nodded in understanding. Gently patting the golden star, he smiled. "Good boy, go to sleep. Your mother is here to watch over you. Sleep as long as you want."
Rustle, rustle...
At that moment, the golden star suddenly wriggled free from their embrace and began to drift aimlessly through the Burning Spirit Realm, swaying unsteadily.
This near-unconscious action clearly wasn't something it did while awake. It looked no different from merely turning over in its sleep.
"This little guy doesn't seem very well-behaved even when he's sleeping. He'll probably be a restless one when he grows up too." Li Tianming looked up at the sight, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Jiang Feiling covered her mouth and laughed. "Our child—just think, how quiet could he possibly be?"
Li Tianming froze slightly, then couldn't help but smile. "True enough. Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes. If he really were quiet and peaceful, that would be even stranger."
Jiang Feiling had always been lively by nature, while Li Tianming,