"Uncle, now that the meal is finished, you promised to give my child some benefits, didn't you? Please hand them over."
After dinner, Jia Qi, the mother, holding her own child, approached Jia Yan early on.
"You little girl, now that you're a mom, you're not as cute anymore," Jia Yan slightly shook his head.
However, he didn't have any intention of withholding, extending a finger and gently touching the forehead of the little one in Jia Qi's arms who had been quiet all along.
Although Jia Qi wasn't overly nervous, because Jia Yan touched her child, her own flesh and blood, she nevertheless felt a great deal of tension.
When Jia Yan withdrew his finger, the child still seemed unaffected by anything, and Jia Qi let out a long sigh of relief.
"Alright, I've activated some of his talents. In the future, these talents will gradually manifest. I also have some cultivation techniques here; you can have them for him."
