Although Windsor lay weakly in bed, she smiled when she heard her beloved's tender greeting and said to Lucas, "Mm-hmm, our baby is here."
Hearing that her first thought was of their son, Lucas gave her a tender kiss, his heart aching for her. The midwife brought their newborn son before Lucas and Windsor. Lucas looked him over. The newborn's skin was deathly pale and wrinkled. He looked rather ugly, but he was still Lucas's first son in this life.
Lucas took him and placed him before Windsor, and she turned her head to look at her son. At that moment, her face brimmed with happiness and a maternal glow.
Windsor asked, "What should we name our son?"
Lucas thought for a moment and said, "Let's call him Clinton."
After naming their son, Lucas chatted with Windsor for a while. Knowing that she needed rest after giving birth, he left the birthing room.
After his son was born, Lucas no longer had time to oversee the religious order he had founded here. Although the tribes' new rulers were not particularly willing to have a new "Feilin Family" above them, they still sent Lucas gifts when they learned of his son's birth.
Lucas sorted through the gifts and found that they were all gold, silver, and treasures. There were no heaven and earth wonders, nor any special materials for crafting equipment. His interest soon waned!
Over the next few years, Lucas did not go into secluded cultivation alone, choosing instead to stay with his family and child. When little Clinton was two or three, Lucas carved small swords and other weapons for him, unconsciously nurturing his interest in martial arts.
Over those years, Lucas's lax oversight allowed the religious orders he had founded to gradually fall under the control of the