[After Author No. 9 finished Chapter 36, they forgot to upload it and directly uploaded Chapter 37 on the 10th. This has now been corrected. Readers who downloaded the first "Chapter 37," please clear your cache and download it again. Thank you.]
Several streams of mana, almost 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 used to this environment and even found it amusing.
Or rather, at only half a year old, he was less accustomed to his own hands and feet than to his surroundings.
Little Houfu's limbs waved unconsciously in the air.
Ai Qinglan looked at her son's face and let out a foolish chuckle. She gently blew on his face. Little Houfu only felt something cool brush across his skin, carrying a strange sensation, and his hand instinctively reached toward it. But first, he was not used to using his limbs, his brain having yet to establish the relevant neural pathways; second, he did not understand things like "wind" and "air." Thus, he repeatedly slapped his own face instead.
Ai Qinglan caught her son in her arms and resumed playing the game of tossing him high.
Little Houfu was so delighted that he danced with his hands and feet.
After a short while, the infant once again showed a sleepy expression. A six-month-old baby spent the vast 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. "I'm troubling you again, Uncle Qiao."
"It's no trouble, no trouble." The female cultivator smiled. "I can use