At the age of one, he played with knives and swords; at three, he lifted tree stumps; by seven, he tossed stone tables for fun; at ten, he uprooted willow trees; by fifteen, the extent of his strength was unclear, as the mountains, rocks, and trees nearby were hard to measure...
Oddly enough, Yang Xuan had a normal appetite and didn't practice martial arts—it was as if he could increase his strength out of thin air by simply breathing!
Standing by the window, Yang Jin watched his son crush Spirit Stones with his bare hands and evenly sprinkle them over the herbal field.
"It's a pity that Xuan'er has no Spirit Root, or else if it were to increase mana, our family could have produced a great figure!"
Zhao Yao nodded slightly but held differing thoughts.
