Zhang Decai had finished selling his fish and was about to take his son home when he heard him say, "Dad, pumpkins!"
To Zhang Decai's ears, those seemingly ordinary words were no less than the most beautiful music in the world!
His son was nine years old, yet apart from "Dad" and "Mom," he had never heard Xiaobao say another word. He and his wife had patiently taught their son for years, but he could not even say "Grandma"!
Now, not only had he said a word other than "Dad" and "Mom," he had even recognized pumpkins. How could Zhang Decai not be overjoyed?
Thinking he had misheard, he hurriedly pointed at the pumpkins and asked, "Son, what's this?"
"A pumpkin."
Tears streamed down Zhang Decai's weathered face in his excitement. He took his son's hand in his left, picked up a pumpkin with his right, put it in his fish basket, and raced home. He wanted to tell his wife this thrilling news as soon as possible.
Zhang Xiaobao's ability to say "pumpkin" was not Xu Qingtong's doing, either. He was now merely a Divine Thought Body, not a soul, and had not a trace of Divine Sense power. How could he control Zhang Xiaobao's body?
Even if he could control Zhang Xiaobao's body, he did not want to. He wanted to use Zhang Xiaobao's body to cultivate his own state of mind. If he controlled Zhang Xiaobao, he naturally could not experience a mortal's true life.
After Xu Qingtong's Divine Thought Body entered Zhang Xiaobao's body, he discovered that Zhang Xiaobao's Niwang Palace seemed to have suffered severe damage, leaving him unable to think and with fragmented memories.
When Zhang Decai returned, he sensed Zhang Xiaobao's strong desire to express himself, though the boy did not know how.