Even if she was his own mother, wasn't that question a little... embarrassing?
Zhou Heng's old face flushed before he nodded.
But why was his mother asking that? Could it be that Red Moon had some flaw similar to the Mystic Yin Body and couldn't share a bed?
"Foolish boy!" Zhao Kexin beamed with joy and smacked the back of Zhou Heng's head. "How did I give birth to such a foolish son? You don't even know you're about to become a father!"
"What father?" Zhou Heng looked utterly bewildered.
Zhao Kexin pressed a hand to her forehead. Her son's comprehension in martial arts was monstrously heaven-defying, so why was he so slow-witted in this regard? He must have inherited it from Zhou Dinghai—it had absolutely nothing to do with her!
"Your wife is pregnant. You're going to be a father!" she shouted.
"What? Who's pregnant? Whose child is it?" Zhou Heng was so agitated that he was already a mess in the wind.
"Foolish boy, of course it's your child!" Zhao Kexin rolled her eyes at him. If this silly boy said something so idiotic in front of Red Moon, he would definitely get beaten senseless.
"My child?" Zhou Heng froze for a moment before finally reacting. He shot to his feet and exclaimed in boundless delight, "I'm going to be a father? I'm going to be a father?"
"Congratulations, my foolish son!" Zhao Kexin also let out a sigh of relief. Her only regret had been that she had yet to hold a grandchild. Now, at last, there was hope. Once conceived, the child would naturally be born.
She had heard that in the Immortal World and the Bright World, there were children who remained in the womb for years, even centuries—the longer they were nurtured in the