Zhang Heng was taken aback after hearing Song Jia's translation. "You... met my parents?"
"Yes, though strictly speaking, I met them in a dream. My Little Spirit found them on a desolate ice field and guided me into your mother's dream." Kunayou smiled. "Of course, that was eighteen years ago. We played a video game together in her dream. I have to say, your mother was a very interesting person."
"Then how did you know I was her son?" Zhang Heng asked.
"My Little Spirit told me that too." Kunayou winked at Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng was clearly dissatisfied with that answer. He said tactfully, "Your Little Spirit seems to know rather too much."
"It does know quite a few things, but there are also things I googled myself online." Kunayou said, "All right, enough joking. I recognized you because you carry my blessing."
"A blessing?"
"That's right. It was the reward your mother received for winning the video game. I blessed her first child, so that no matter what happened, he would forever retain the last bit of purity in his heart."
Zhang Heng opened his mouth.
"I know what you're about to say. You think I'm some omnipotent god, don't you? The power of shamans has been weakening over the past century. I'd love to bless you with a long life and overnight riches, but that's beyond me too." Kunayou spread her hands. "All I can give you is this sort of intangible blessing. By the way, how old are you this year? Sixteen or seventeen? Why do you look a little old for your age? Do you stay up too late playing on your phone?"
"I'm twenty."
This time, Kunayou was the one who was surprised. "That's impossible. When I met your mother, she said she didn't