Tu Jinqing hummed quietly, and He Lao realized he could move again. They were no longer worried that this old man would play any tricks. He Lao had lived for several centuries, and the people in his family were either dead or not closely related, and the fertility of cultivators decreased significantly once they embarked on the path of cultivation. Given his age, it was quite surprising and pleasant that Mei Gu became pregnant.
If Mei Gu were to meet any misfortune, even if he tried to be like the rejuvenated horse at the stable and took in ten or twenty concubines to attempt conception night after night, he might still have no more descendants. His cultivation realm was clearly stuck at the Nascent Soul Stage. Seeing his whitening hair, he might only have a few decades left before he faced what cultivators call the soldier's death and reincarnation, erasing his last trace in this world—how could he accept that?
