Several streams of mana, nearly tangible, wrapped around an infant and spun him through the air. By now, the baby was already three feet off the ground, yet he showed no fear at all. He had completely grown accustomed to such an environment and even found it amusing.
Or rather, at only half a year old, he was less accustomed to his surroundings than he was to his own limbs.
Little Houfu's hands and feet swayed unconsciously in the air.
Ai Qinglan looked at her son's face and let out a foolish little chuckle. She gently blew on his face. Little Houfu only felt something cool brush against his skin, carrying a peculiar sensation, and his hand involuntarily reached toward it. But first, he was unaccustomed to using his limbs, and the relevant neural pathways had yet to form in his brain; second, he did not understand things like "wind" or "air." Thus, he ended up repeatedly slapping his own face.
Ai Qinglan caught her son in her arms and resumed the game of tossing him high into the air.
Little Houfu danced with delight.
After a short while, the infant once again looked sleepy. A six-month-old baby spent the overwhelming majority of each day asleep.
Only after coaxing her son to sleep did Ai Qinglan call for Uncle Qiao.
After handing her son over to this Primordial Spirit Grandmaster of Tiansheng Peak, Ai Qinglan deliberately thanked her. "Sorry to trouble you again, Uncle Qiao."
"It's no trouble, no trouble." The female cultivator smiled. "I can also take this opportunity to observe you mother and son and enrich my research."
Ai Qinglan pondered for a moment, then said, "Also, Uncle Qiao, when the results come out later... it would be best if you used a curtain to cover that one-way