Yang Shi entered Yang Fu's room first.
He saw Yang Fu staring blankly with chopsticks in hand, a broken bowl by his feet, and some Spirit Rice scattered on the floor.
Yang Shi and Jiang Xiaobai both sighed in relief.
"How can you be so careless, go, sit on the bed, and let your mom clean it up..."
Jiang Xiaobai got ready to tidy up.
Yang Shi, noticing something strange about Yang Fu, sensed something was amiss.
"Fu'er, are you feeling unwell? Why aren't you speaking?"
Yang Fu turned his head and touched his belly.
"Dad, I feel something bloating in my stomach... It's like there's a current of energy constantly swirling."
Jiang Xiaobai placed her hand on Yang Fu's small arm, circulated her Spiritual Power around, and said incredulously:
"Fu'er... Fu'er has reached the first layer of the Fetal Breathing Stage!"
Yang Shi: "What!?"
Uninstructed, not having consumed any elixirs, a 3-year-old had reached the first layer of the Fetal Breathing Stage on his own.
