"Qin Tiangang? Qin Yuhe?"
Zhu Yanqing blinked her eyes, a hesitant expression on her face.
Clearly, she was not interested in these two names.
Qin Jun noticed right away and, tilting his head, chuckled, "Then the Emperor will have to think of something else. After all, there is still some time until the birth."
In fact, he was somewhat worried. Would it take a long time for this holy child to be born?
Hadn't Sun Wukong gestated for countless years before leaping from a stone, and Nezha carried for three years, which shows that beings with outstanding talents take a long time to gestate?
If born too soon, could it mean the child would have mediocre talents?
Of course, even if mediocre, Qin Jun had the resources to bolster his cultivation.
