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Ten years later.
The morning sun was just beginning to blossom.
A baby's cry broke the peaceful silence of the mountains.
Spiritual light shimmered as several potent Spirit Pills, known for strengthening muscles and bones, merged into the infant's body.
Instantly, the baby stopped crying, its black, shiny eyes glancing first at the mother, then at the father.
Zhao Yao showed none of the difficulties of childbirth, her mana circulating to restore her figure, her eyes sparkling with spiritual light as she checked the baby's physical roots, but could not hide her disappointment.
"Xuan'er also lacks a Spirit Root!"
The baby had already been named before birth, Xuan, in memory of the grace taught by the ancestor Xuan Yi.
"Since ancient times, a Spirit Root is a gift from the heavens; even the children of immortals have only a one in ten thousand chance."
