Time Flies

"Kunwu Grass: three-pointed leaves, purple roots, grows in damp, shaded places, and is cold in nature."

"Teacher Auntie, you're amazing!"

"Amazing at what? This is something you should have memorized long ago." Xuan Yi rolled her eyes at her and set down the bowl of soup. "Finish drinking, then keep reciting."

Xuan Xi lifted the bowl with a miserable face.

The following afternoon, it was Cai'er's turn.

Cai'er placed Xuan Yao on a cushion and let her crawl around by herself.

Xuan Yao had only just turned one. She was still unsteady on her feet, yet the faint mark between her brows glimmered with a trace of gold beneath the sunlight.

Xuan Jin squatted nearby watching her, reaching out to pick her up.

The little girl let out a giggle, lunged forward with both tiny hands, and sprang half a foot into the air straight from the cushion before landing steadily.

Cai'er jumped in surprise.

"This child..."

Xuan Jin was stunned as well.

"Is she trying to fly?"

"She isn't trying to fly." Cai'er picked up her daughter, her tone somewhat complicated. "She accidentally mobilized the Dou Qi within her body."

Xuan Jin reached out to check his daughter's aura, his brows knitting slightly.

The fluctuations of a Dou Saint coming from a child who had just turned one—no matter how he thought about it, something was wrong.

"Suppress it," Xuan Jin said at once. "A child raised by Emperor Blood develops her aura too quickly. It has to be suppressed, or her foundation will become unstable."

Cai'er nodded and held her daughter a little tighter.

Xuan Yao babbled twice in her arms, seemingly displeased at being unable to move while held.

"Be good, Yao'er." Cai'er coaxed her. "Your father says it needs to be suppressed. Once you grow up,