On the banks of the Jiang Water.
Water grasses swayed, and the wind sighed freely.
Two figures, one tall and one small, stood facing each other.
"Your father?"
Mu looked surprised. This child had come treading across the river, likely an incarnation of a god. Why would he ask him to find his father?
He was only a mortal.
Could he be the child of a god and a mortal?
And in his memory, the only mortal who could make a god fall in love was their chief, Jiang.
In an instant, many connections flashed through Mu's mind.
He recalled the rumors circulating in the tribe. Tribespeople often saw a goddess come treading over the water to sit with Jiang when he was on the banks of the Jiang Water.
She was said to be the Jiang Water Goddess!
Moreover, men and women in the Ancient Tribal Era paired off very young, yet Jiang remained unmarried, and Mu had never heard of Jiang having any involvement with any woman in the tribe.
Looking at the little boy before him, so richly blessed with nature's finest spirit, he felt he had solved the mystery.
Still, he asked cautiously.
"May I ask who you are, child? And who is your father?"
Shennong blinked his lively eyes and spoke.
"Uncle, I came from Luofu Immortal Mountain. Mother said my father's name is Jiang Yang. And the Dao Ancestor said he had already sent me close to my father."
"Jiang Yang? There's no one by that name in our tribe."
Mu puzzled over it.
No, that's not right. Apart from the newborns, there's only one person in the tribe with Jiang in his name: Chief Jiang!
And Jiang often met with the goddess in the river by its banks. The father this child spoke