"Madam, why is the child neither crying nor fussing?"
"Could the fourth child be mute?"
Listening to the conversation of the middle-aged couple beside him, the corner of Li Ping'an's Primordial Spirit's mouth twitched a few times.
He had everything planned quite well before.
He just hadn't expected to have complete consciousness from childhood; this experience is indeed quite strange.
Thus, our Heavenly Emperor let out a loud cry.
It was actually just a shout, accompanied by vigorous movements of arms and legs, proving that the body molded by his friend Houtu was perfectly fine.
Then, two blurry figures appeared in Li Ping'an's line of sight.
As they approached, Li Ping'an barely managed to make out their appearance with the infant's eyes.
The man's face wasn't remarkable, his stature average, with many wrinkles on his forehead; he wore rather luxurious clothes, yet despite being in his prime, a few strands of silver graced his head.
