Uncle-Master Jiao looked at Chen Shi, who seemed a bit weathered after not seeing him for a few years, and found that the childish air on Chen Shi had faded, making him somewhat mature and steady.
Jing Mei, Qiao Gu, Jiang Guo, Black Pot, and the others also hurried over, surrounding him completely.
"Junior Brother Chen, where have you been all these years?" asked Senior Sister Jing Mei.
"I've been to too many places. After leaving Western Penglai, I went to the Xia Kingdom. It was spring there, the breeze was gentle, and wherever it blew, all things flourished. I observed the wonder of all things growing, realizing that the wind brings the yang qi in the sunlight, nourishing everything and making it sprout with vitality."
Chen Shi said unhurriedly, "Then I went to the Yu Kingdom. It was summer there, and the summer wind was blazing. I observed all things blooming and bearing fruit, bold and passionate; life was pollinating, spreading, and conceiving the next generation in the wind.
"I left the Yu Kingdom and came to the Wei Kingdom. It was autumn there, crisp and clear. The wind carried the remaining might of the yang qi, but it already held much of the bleak cold of yin qi. I saw all things storing up, with crops injecting their lives into seeds, fruits injecting their lives into berries, and the wolf packs' next generation growing gradually.
"I left the Wei Kingdom and came to the Zhao Kingdom. It was already winter there, a world of ice and snow. Amidst the bitter winter, seeds fell into the dust, hiding beneath the ice and snow; people wrapped themselves tightly in thick clothes, and the wolf packs reduced their activities. Like a bear, I hid myself in a snow-covered cave, slowed my