Time is merciless.
In the second year after Wei An's marriage, Shen Xin became pregnant and gave birth to a boy.
The name given was: Wei Qiu.
The name has no special meaning; it was simply because he was born in autumn, named after the season.
Three more years passed.
Little Wei Qiu was as mischievous as his father was at his age, but in terms of aptitude, he was far superior. Clearly, even though Wei An's aptitude had been sealed, it could still be passed down to the next generation.
No wonder cultivators, when seeking companions, avoid ordinary people because the chances of producing children with a Spirit Root are very low.
"Uncle, you have white hair."
Twenty-four-year-old Wei An looked at Uncle Lin, who was trimming flowers and plants. Under the sunlight, Uncle Lin's strand of white hair was very glaring, shining with a silvery glow.
"Really? I'm already over forty, my body is aging, and now having white hair is a normal thing," Lin Fan said with a smile.
