What Is That?

When they returned to Lonely Moon Peak, the father and son found Huang Feiyun was already waiting for them. She still looked beautiful as ever, with a warm smile on her face, but the father and son can see that the warm smile didn't reach her eyes. The light glinting inside was extraordinarily cold.

"Welcome back, D.E.A.R." Huang Feiyun spoke inbetween gritted teeth. God knows how worried she became when she got a red alert from the tracker she placed in her son's bracelet. She thought her son had been kidnapped, but when she asked around for her husband, the servants told her that her son had been taken away by his father.

Now, seeing that her son was safe and sound, her hanging heart fell down immediately. But the anger within her still needed somewhere to vent. So she glared toward the main culprit, her husband.

As a non-cultivator, she can't do anything about her husband bringing their son for training. She will not bat an eyelash even if her son was sent to a dangerous training spot, as long as she was informed beforehand. But taking her son away silently while she was sleeping? Huang Feiyun can only say... Haha.

Prepare to receive my wrath. ┗|｀O´|┛

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After a thorough scolding from his wife, a certain sovereign chose to mope inside the meditation room, not allowing his son to enter. Long Yuan'an, having been left outside, can only sighs as he walked towards the study. As long as there's somewhere quiet, he can do the meditation anywhere.

Unsurprisingly, he saw his mother inside, holding charcoal pencil and paper in her hands. Her personal maidservant Ming You was standing nearby, ready to give assistance to her master whenever needed. The study was full of papers with blueprints and designs of machinery his mother called as "toys".

"Greetings to the young master," Ming You made a respectful gesture of a servant to Long Yuan'an, then continued to stand upright. Although her face was expressionless, the glint in her eyes showed the relaxed composure of seeing a beloved junior.

"Auntie Ming," the boy replied easily, then quickly walked towards his mother. "Mother, what are you doing?" He looked over curiously, peering his eyes on the paper.

Huang Feiyun hugged her son to sit on her lap, and showed him the blueprint that she had only halfway drew.

This was the first time that Long Yuan'an had ever seen his mother's work. Truth be told, he was informed of what his mother does, but always took it in passing as he was still trying to adapt to his new environment in the past.

A fully grown adult suddenly reborn as a baby and experiencing babyhood again is not something easy. Even if your mind and soul is that of an adult, your body is still a baby and so you have limited energy. Even now, he only managed to control half of his baby tantrum. His mind would turn immediately to his physical age the moment he's with his mother.

And so, when Long Yuan'an saw his mother's blueprint, his first reaction was not to ponder about the familiarity that the design has brought to him, but that his mother's drawing looked really good.

"Amazing!" He immediately praised.

The drawing looked like a small button, but with elaborate design and exquisite details. It was round, with a small glass at the centerpiece. Inside the glass was something that looked like lenses. He read the explanation by the side of the drawing - lenses, chips, wires...

Weird, this feels like a fish-eye camera to him.

Long Yuan'an blinked, turned toward his mother and pointing towards the drawing, asked suspiciously: "Mother, what is this?"

Huang Feiyun smiled mischievously. "Of course, something I'm currently researching." She replied.

"Why does it looked like..." a spy camera. The boy mumbled as he frowningly stared at the design, his brows furrowing deeper the more he looked at it.

Weird, super weird. This is supposed to be a cultivation world right? Even if mother is a genius engineer, she shouldn't be able to design something that looked very much like a modern technology. Unless mother is also a reincarnator or a transmigrator.....

Looking at her son's thoughful look, Huang Feiyun smiled even deeper. "Dearest baby son," she called, hugging him in her arms. Her head was leaning close to him, her seductive lips nearing close to his ear. Like a bomb, her words fell into his ears one by one.

"Tell mommy the truth, you were transmigrated or reborn? If you were transmigrated, which country and which era were you from? I came from year 2x1x."