Chen Wei pointed at Niu Aimin, turned to Niu Aitian, and smiled. "Look at you, uncle and nephew-one named Aitian, 'Loving Heaven,' and the other Aimin, 'Loving the People.' Fine names! Such ambition to rise, and such excellent awareness!"
"Huh?"
Niu Aimin had been maintaining his precociously solemn air, but at those words, he whipped his head toward Niu Aitian. "Uncle! You changed your name too? Someone else in our Niu family has actually awakened?"
"Of course!"
"Within these Three Realms, how could anyone fail to respect the Heavenly Court?"
"We demons suffered in the past because we lacked education. Times have changed, and we must carry reverence in our hearts and keep pace with the Heavenly Court! But when did you see the light, nephew?"
After speaking, Niu Aitian lifted his chin slightly, pride written all over his face, then clasped his hands and raised them overhead in salute. Credit where credit was due-he had the attitude down perfectly.
Niu Aimin did not answer immediately.
He folded his hands behind his back and raised his head, compassion for all living beings filling his little face. "Uncle, I felt the sea breeze day and night on Mount Potalaka and watched the tides rise and fall. Suddenly, I understood: the beings of the Three Realms suffer too much. They need love. So, after reflecting deeply on that suffering, I changed my name to Aimin!"
"Aimin!" Niu Aitian's eyes grew moist as he took an excited step forward.
"Uncle Aitian!" Niu Aimin stretched out both hands and went to meet him.
Just as this ideologically united uncle and nephew were about to embrace and weep, Chen Wei coughed at exactly the right moment. "Ahem! Well, gentlemen, we can find another time to thoroughly discuss our symposium on ideological awareness among demons. Right