Wu Yuting was still extremely confident in this particular aspect of her son.
Zuo Changlu was utterly speechless.
"Was that really necessary...?"
"Not necessary?" Wu Yuting glared. "If you don't scare the boy into behaving, our grandson might be born next year! Do you honestly doubt that?"
"Wouldn't having a grandson be even better?" Zuo Changlu was puzzled.
"Idiot!"
Wu Yuting erupted in fury. "How many more days can we stay in this mundane world? Once we go back this time, we'll have to start working on our breakthroughs, then return and fuse these physical bodies with our Origin Spirits... no matter how smoothly everything progresses, that will still take time, won't it? Even without any insights or anything, it'll take at least a year, right? If you gain any insights into the Great Dao during that time, could you emerge in less than three years?"
"At most, we'll only be able to come out for an occasional stroll, and we still can't let Doggo know our true identities... will you have time to look after a child?"
"If we have a grandson and he's born during that time, what then? Could those two raise him properly? Give them a kitten or puppy now, and they'd probably have a wonderful time playing with it, but a child... think about it."
Wu Yuting said scornfully, "Your son's already such a little bastard, and you still expect him to teach my grandson properly...?"
Your son's such a little bastard!
Afraid he won't teach my grandson properly!
Just listen to that...
Zuo Changlu looked utterly speechless, daring to feel angry but not to speak.
But thinking it over, that did seem to make sense.
Even aside from that, a great war was about to begin, the Demon Alliance's return was imminent, and the