Zhengyong looks around the room as it slowly begins to fill. All elders are already in their seats. His wife and son are by him.

Everyone gathering, whispers echoing, everyone is looking at each other confused. No one knows why this is put together or why they need to be here. He has gotten a few people coming up to him to congratulate his return. He's been busy with the elders and his family since he's gotten back, along with paperwork. He hasn't seen many.

He looks over to an empty bamboo seat. Yuheng. He's not here yet, which is odd because the man is always on time, punctual. They all, at dinner, talked about this meeting. Yuheng assured he'd be there on time. Even he looked determined, albeit a little nervous. With the elders knowing all that's left is letting the others know who the father to Yuheng elders baby is.

They were not going to announce it but it was not going to be hidden. There was no need to hide it. There relationship no longer needs to be hidden anymore. Not that it truly ever needed to be hidden. But he can understand their worries. With him being here no one would make a fuss. He'll acknowledge them and not make more of a comment on it, no one would mention it any further.

Yuheng and Mo Ran are not here.

He looks over to his wife to see her look at him just as worried. He doesn't want to start without him. It's best they see him before he starts. He's starting to wonder if something bad happened?

"Shouldn't it have started right now?"

"What are we waiting for?"

"Yuheng isn't here yet."

"Think something happened?"

"I haven't seen her around lately."

Zhengyong schools his face. Not wanting to show how he's feeling. Mo Ran wouldn't let something happen to Yuheng, it could be something mild. They can only wait.

"Excuse us." Zhengyong hears a familiar voice. Looking up he sees Wanning walking towards them, Mo Ran standing very close. The murmurs silencing as Wanning gets closer. Both look okay.

Zhengyong smiles as he watch Wanning waddle his way to his seat, a hand caressing under his belly. All eyes on Wanning as he plops himself down on the seat. He lets out a breath. He looks to Zhengyong, giving him a small bow.

The murmurs start again. Before they can start yelling questions Zhengyong claps his hands. "Let's start." He says watching Mo Ran make his way to Chuqing and Xue Meng to tell them.

As he's talking about what had happened during his travels with his son he sees Mo Ran whisper with his aunt. She nods her head, looking at Wanning then back at Mo Ran. Telling her what had happened that they came late. Considering she is not over worried it does not seem to be worrying.

To the people in front he knows all eyes are not on him.

No one listen to the sect leader as they all watch Yuheng elder. Sitting there peaceful as he caress his large belly lovingly. People don't associate Yuheng with lovingly. There are so many questions. But they can see the elder is happy about the baby.

Who is the baby daddy?

The sect leader doesn't seem surprised.

Neither do the other elders.

No one cares about what the leader is saying, his voice is going in one ear and out the other. The people want answers. No one dare interrupt the leader though.

Mo Ran chuckles at his baobei. Seeing the way his eyes are falling closed, head bobbing around. Sleepy. His beloved can't be blamed. They were up late last night, Wanning labido has heightened, enormously. Not that Mo Ran is complaining. It also doesn't help that Wanning is less energetic. He's napping more often. Before they came here Wanning felt nauseous and was throwing up. They didn't mean to be late.

Everyone let out chuckles at the sight of Wanning head lolling to the sight only to let out a gasp as he wakes up. Straightening himself up, acting like everyone is not watching him. Even uncle saw. He continue to talk with a smile on his face, not acknowledging it.

Wanning eyes once again slowly close, seems to be lulled by the sect leaders voice. Zhengyong continues to talk about joint hunts. Learning from others.

With eyes on Yuheng everyone sees the way Wanning jumps in his seat as he lets out a gasp. He sits shocked, blinking not caring that everyone has gone silent. All eyes on him. Yuheng doesn't pay attention. He looks down, rubbing his stomach.

Curious and a bit worried Mo Ran goes to his side. Madam Wang and Xue Meng follow.

Mo Ran whispers something into his ear. Once again surprising the audience. Since when does Yuheng allow his disciple to get so close? Waning whispers back into Mo Ran ears.

Before Mo Ran can react Tanlang stands up. He stomps to Yuheng who raises an eyebrow curiously. Tanlang glares at him, pointing to his stomach.

"Why did you not come to me?" He asks, sounding angry.

"For?" Wanning asks back blinking.

"Your pregnancy. This changes things with the pink dust."

"But we already knew the pink dust can't be reversed." After all this time it's obviously.

"You-"

"Tanlang elder, considering Yuheng circumstances it was understandable he'd choose someone that shared anatomy with him." Madam Wang says.

"I'm still a healer. I should have been told. Who is the father?" He demands. Wanning looks to Mo Ran but that doesn't seem to be enough. It look more like he's shy.

Mo Ran grins, very happy to be able to announce it loudly, and proud. "I am." He answers in the silence. Wanning turns red, he didn't think it'd be talked about with an audience.

"What about your celibacy? Doesn't your cultivation require it?" An elder from the side wonders.

Wanning crosses his arms, letting out a huff. "My cultivation doesn't, I just chose not to. You all assumed it did."

The silence spreads. People still have questions but no one wants to ask.

"You gasped just now. Why?" Tanlang asks.

"Oh. The baby kicked." Wanning answers with a smile.

"Really?" Mo Ran and Xue Meng ask at the same time but Xue Meng is more loud.

"Yes. Here," Wanning holds his hands out to Mo Ran. He sets a trembling hand down, Wanning pulls him closer placing his hand down onto his belly. Thinking, then sliding it over until Mo Ran feels it. A bump against his palm. Mo Ran lets out a gasp. He pulls back to stare at his hand. Eyes on his palm as if it holds all the answers. Zhengyong and Chuqing smile at Mo Ran. They are close enough to see his eyes watering, but nothing spills.

"Can I feel?" Xue Meng asks politely. Wanning nods holding his hand out.

It doesn't take long for Xue Meng to feel it himself. "Woah." is what he can say. Also staring at the palm of his hand in wonder.

"After this we are going to medical wing." Tanlang decides going back to his seat. Zhengyong continues.

Again people are not listening as all eyes are on Yuheng who sat with the three (Xue Meng, Chuqing, and Mo Ran) fawning over Wanning.

Mo Ran sticking the closest to Wanning.