Time gradually passed, and the atmosphere began to grow peculiar. The guests whispered among themselves.
"Why isn't the child moving?"
"He's so quiet..."
"Remarkable, simply remarkable! So composed at such a young age!"
Father Li and Mother Li looked slightly embarrassed, and a little uneasy as well.
Their little Chen was wonderful in every way, except that he was a little too strange.
That look he gave people...
The guests had gathered around the little boy with all sorts of feelings, but for some reason, their confidence kept dwindling, replaced by an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Then Li Chen yawned, brazenly lay down, and fell fast asleep.
He had no interest in playing some first-birthday object-picking game with this bunch of monkeys. He might as well sleep.
He had not taken in many memories from his previous life, but he still knew that childhood was a crucial period for growth. Getting enough sleep was essential.
"Well..."
"Young Master Li has Lord Mao's bearing!"
In desperation, a guest known for his quick wit put on an admiring expression and spoke.
Lord Mao was a rather famous Martial Ancestor expert of the Li Household. As one of the Wind Martial Continent's strongest fighters, and someone who had died less than ten thousand years ago, his deeds were still recounted.
One particularly cherished tale was that of Lord Mao sleeping on the battlefield. It told the legendary story of the Li Household ancestor named Li Mao, who fought bitterly for seven days and seven nights, slew one powerful enemy after another, and routed an army of a hundred thousand before falling fast asleep on the battlefield.
Outsiders had no way of knowing what had really happened back then, or whether he had simply collapsed unconscious from exhaustion. In any case, he had left