Time was of the essence. Though it was still daytime, Wang Wu quickly made his way to the outskirts of the little village. He had already become quite familiar with Madam Jiayan's daily routine.
She was a very good teacher. Aside from the usual morning cultivation lessons, every afternoon she taught her two daughters the Daoist arts of cultivation.
He had once thought he could sit in as an auditor, but he had never found the chance.
At that moment, from a hill outside the village, he could see the two little girls playing in a small grove. It was their favorite place. Every afternoon, they caught butterflies, trapped bugs, picked mushrooms and wildflowers, then rolled about laughing like two wild little boys.
As for Madam Jiayan, at such times she would either sit by the window of the small building, gaze at the distant mountains, and stare blankly into space; or play a tune on the zither; or continue staring blankly into space. A faint sorrow always lingered on her face. He had never once seen her cultivate.
Once her two daughters had tired themselves out, she would either come downstairs to chat with them on the grass before explaining cultivation arts, or take them straight back to the village for Daoist training.
When Madam Jiayan finally prepared to come downstairs, he silently tossed a Formation Stone beside the six-year-old girl.
And so, a moment later, the following exchange took place.
"Mother, look! I picked up a broken Formation Stone. I think someone deliberately threw it here for us to find."
"Is that so? What a clever little girl. Then what do you think we should do?"
"I'll say it, I'll say it!" the older sister, about nine years old, hurriedly said. "First, it couldn't have been dropped by