"Father."
Ling Yun looked at his fourth son, Di Tiandi, who had just completed his cultivation. "What's wrong, Tiandi?"
Di Tiandi climbed onto Ling Yun's lap, hugged him, and asked him. "Why was I born different from my brothers and sisters? Some of my sisters are half my age, but they can't do much. I've asked my mother, and she said that I'm developing too quickly compared to my brothers and sisters."
"Isn't that great?" Ling Yun hugged his fourth son. "Your growth is indeed astonishing compared to your brothers and sisters, and you can already do so many things even though you're not even two years old yet, including speaking fluently like an adult. To be honest, I don't have a definite answer to your question, but I'm pleased with your growth. You don't need to think about it too hard, and you just need to enjoy your childhood."
"But—"
Ling Yun shook his head to stop him. "Do you doubt that you are our child?"
"Yes." Di Tiandi nodded at him.
