The first thing Feiyin uood about the world was that it moved.

  Not in the eople walked or the wind rustled through the trees, but in a way that no one else seemed to notice. Everything—every rock, every leaf, every breath of air—carried a rhythm, a pulse that wove through existeself. He could feel it, even before he had words for it.

  It wasn’t something he had been taught. It simply was.

  He first noticed it with his mother. When she hummed, the air around her rippled like gentle waves on a ke, the vibrations carrying through the wooden floor and into his tiny fingers. When she spoke, her voice had a weight, different from his father’s—softer, fluid, yet undeniably strong.

  His father, in trast, was like stone against the tide. His voice didn’t ripple—it held, solid and unwavering. Wherained in the yard, his movements were sharp, trolled, yet Feiyin could feel the way the grouh his feet absorbed each step, how his strikes sent shudders through the air around him.

  It fasated him.

  Even before he could speak properly, he found himself reag out, trying to grasp at the unseen forces that dahrough the world.

  It was through small things at first.

  One m, as Feiyin sat on the floor beside his father, he stacked two stoogether.

  His parents thought little of it—what child didn’t enjoy pying with rocks? But Feiyin wasn’t just pying. He was watg.

  The stohough silent to his parents, hummed faintly in his mind. Their rhythm was slow, deep, like the steady beat of something a. But wheacked a third stoop the first two, the vibrations ged—a slight shift, a new note added to the silent melody.

  He stacked a fourth. Then a fifth.

  Each time, the resonance shifted, aligning, bang, until he could sense a kind of harmony f. The stones weren’t just sitting on top of each other; they were ected, their frequencies aligning in a way that felt right.

  Then he reached for a different stone—a smoother one, slightly lighter—and pced it at the top.

  The moment it settled, Feiyin’s brow furrowed. Something was off.

  The resonance ged, g against the others in a way that uled him. He tilted his head, staring at the pile for a long moment, then carefully removed the st stone and repced it with a different one.

  The moment the oled—there.

  Bance.

  He grinned in satisfa.

  Mei Liao had been watg from the other side of the room, her fingers pausing mid-stitch as she observed the seriousness on her son’s face. She had seen children stack stones before, but not like this. Not with such… deliberation.

  Her gaze flickered to Cai Feng, who had also stopped sharpening his bde, his sharp grey eyes narrowed in quiet thought.

  Feiyin, oblivious to their stares, carefully added aone, only for the stack to tremble slightly. His smile faltered. Something was wrong again.

  He pressed a tiny hand against the stones, trating, feeling how the tremor spread through them, how the weight shifted.

  “This one,” he mumbled, pointing at the third stone from the bottom. His words were still a little clumsy, but the certainty in his voice was unmistakable.

  “What about it?” Mei Liao asked, setting aside her work and kneeling beside him.

  “It’s…” Feiyin struggled for the right words. He knew what he felt, but words were difficult. How did one expin something no one else seemed to notice?

  “It doesn’t match,” he finally said.

  Mei Liao blinked. “Doesn’t match?”

  Feiyin nodded, frowning slightly. “It’s wrong. It… it shakes different.”

  His father, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

  “You feel that?” Cai Feng’s voice was quiet, but there was an iy behind it.

  Feiyin turo him, puzzled. “You don’t?”

  The room fell into silence.

  Mei Liao and Cai Feng exged a look, one filled with unspoken words.

  A child of his age should not be thinking about these things. Should not be perceiving the world in ways even cultivators struggled to prehend.

  Feiyin watched them carefully, sensing the subtle shift in their breathing, the way the rhythm of the room had ged.

  “…Did I say something bad?”

  His mother smiled quickly, smoothing his hair. “No, my love,” she murmured, voice gentle. “You’re just… very clever.”

  His father, however, did not smile. Instead, he reached out and lifted one of the stones, rolling it between his fingers before setting it down.

  “Tell me,” Cai Feng said, his voice measured. “How do you know when it’s wrong?”

  Feiyiated. He didn’t know how to expin. It just was.

  “They talk,” he finally said, furrowing his brows. “Not like Mommy and Daddy, but… they hum.”

  Cai Feng’s fingers curled slightly. “Hum?”

  Feiyin nodded. “Everything does.” He looked around the room, as if seeing something invisible. “The air… the floor… even you and Mommy. It’s all—” He searched for the right word. “—moving. Eve looks still.”

  Mei Liao’s breath caught slightly. She hadn’t taught him this. No one had.

  Yet the way he spoke, the certainty in his tiny voice…

  This was his own uanding.

  Cai Feng leaned back slightly, studying his son as if seeing him for the first time.

  “e here,” he said after a long pause, extending a hand.

  Feiyin crawled into his p without hesitation, his small hands pressing against his father’s chest. He blinked suddenly, his gaze sharpening in i.

  “You… feel different.”

  Cai Feng raised a brow. “Different how?”

  Feiyiated. “…Strong.”

  Cai Feng exhaled through his nose, a quiet huff of amusement. “That’s good.”

  Mei Liao, however, did not look amused. She worried.

  A child with talent was a blessing. A child with too much talent was a burdehat could bring attention they weren’t ready for.

  She reached forward, cupping Feiyin’s small fa her hands, her amethyst eyes meeting his own.

  “You mustn’t tell anyone about this, alright, my love?”

  Feiyin blinked up at her, fused. “Why?”

  “Because…” She searched for the right way to expin. “Because not everyone will uand. Some people… might not be kind about it.”

  His small fingers curled in his father’s sleeve. “Will they be mad?”

  “Not mad,” his father murmured. “But they might want to take you away.”

  Feiyin’s body tensed, an unfamiliar fear stirring in his chest. “I don’t want to go away.”

  Mei Liao pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Then you must promise to keep this just between us.”

  Feiyiated, but the quiet worry in his mother’s face, the hidden behind his father’s gaze, made him nod.

  “Okay.”

  Mei Liao smiled, though there was a trace of sadness in it. She wished she could let him be open, could let him explore his gifts without worry. But this was not a world where such things were possible.

  Cai Feng ruffled Feiyin’s hair, his lips quirking in rare fondness. “Good. But don’t stop learning.”

  Feiyin’s eyes brightened. “I won’t.”

  Cai Feng chuckled, lifting Feiyin up effortlessly. “The’s see how strong those tiny arms of yours are.”

  The worry melted from Feiyin’s small body as he giggled, the heaviness of the moment fading.

  His mhed, watg them with quiet fondness.

  A small secret, for now.

  But ohat would ge everything in time.