A brand-new Golden Ao Island, a brand-new Biyou Palace.
Sect Master Tongtian sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, holding a Green Willow Branch in his hand and giving it a light flick from time to time.
Not far in front of him, a plain-colored meditation cushion sat all alone on the empty ground.
A chubby, round little boy sat cross-legged on the cushion.
It was Ling Cheng, who had recently been raised into an even rounder shape by Li Xinghai and Wei Xiaoyu.
At that moment, his eyes were tightly shut, his little face scrunched into a ball. Every so often, he scratched his ears and cheeks, looking utterly restless.
The Green Willow Branch whipped over, neither light nor heavy, striking Ling Cheng squarely on the arm.
A cool current seeped into his body through the point of contact, instantly dousing the restlessness in his heart.
Sect Master Tongtian, in the form of a Young Daoist, opened his slightly narrowed eyes, his expression solemn.
"The Dao Path has reopened, and the Jie Sect has been reestablished. Who knows how many living beings throughout the heavens have exhausted their efforts, all to seek a way into the sect."
"You bear great fortune and possess opportunities that ordinary people could not obtain even in ten thousand lifetimes, yet you are impatient, half-hearted, and unwilling to put in the effort. Would that not be squandering a priceless treasure?"
His voice was cool, yet held no anger. Instead, it carried a trace of helplessness and concern.
Ling Cheng's little face completely collapsed.
He did not dare let his thoughts run wild again. He hurriedly gathered his mind and, following his master's instruction, tried once more to enter meditation.
Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale. Exhale...
Unfortunately... he failed once again.
Ling Cheng opened his eyes in