The little one in his arms seemed startled, letting out a few whimpering sounds from his small mouth, and his little hand moved twice, directly hitting Jun Moyan's face.
Tears welled up in Jun Moyan's eyes. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and smiled, grabbing the little one's restless hand to place it near his lips for a kiss.
"It was risky. The little one has suffered quite a bit these past five months. Thankfully, he's got the bloodline of you, his father, a Soul-suppressing Beast. The little one's vitality is strong, too. It's also thanks to several Elders and the Clan Leader taking turns to infuse him with Spiritual Power that his heart was protected, saving him."
Feng Liyan sighed faintly, reaching out to stroke the little one's head, continuing, "Fortune favors the good. Don't worry, he's very healthy."
