Chu Yin was half sitting, half lying on a wooden chair, and even his body was powerless to breathe and felt pain. Xi Ran sat to one side and gently stroked her round belly, her eyes were not clear of joy or sorrow.

"Tell me, the Human Race is nine months and ten days pregnant, and our Spirit Race is ten or twelve months pregnant. Why do I have to be eighteen months pregnant?" Shu Am lamented.

Xie Nhien smiled softly.

"For a child to carry such a great responsibility on his shoulders, it is understandable that he would hide in his mother's womb for a little longer."

"He's still joking." Shu Yin glared at Xi Nhien.

"My son is destined to be an extraordinary destiny, but I can't be by his side to guide him." Xi Nhien was not happy or sad to say such a sentence.

“Bad talk. At least there are still a few years ..." Chu Yin said here, she was silent, she rolled her eyes and changed the subject. "But how do you know this is a son, what if it is a daughter?"

"I know. Because you and I can't have children." Xie Nhien said calmly.

"Why?" Chu Yin opened her eyes wide and looked at Xi Nhien in disbelief.

Xi Ran stroked her hair and spoke softly.

“That year after it was discovered that this divine power could not be passed on to a woman. Our ancestors have cast a curse, the Lord of all subsequent generations can only give birth to a male. That's why it takes ten thousand years to ensure the descent of the divine power."