[Su Miao had fallen asleep. An Auspicious Cloud drifted to the West, where it saw Zhunti holding a withered branch and repairing the Earth Veins. Golden dewdrops fell one by one into the cracked earth.
After watching for a long while, she softly said, "Martial Uncle is enlightening the Earth Veins here. It must be extremely difficult."]
Taiyi: "Wait, that's martial uncle Zhunti? What's he doing?"
Bi Xiao: "Repairing the Earth Veins. Didn't you see those golden dewdrops?"
Taiyi: "I know he's repairing the Earth Veins.
I mean, he's actually doing this kind of grunt work himself?
I thought the Western Teachings spent their days gathering alms everywhere."
On Spirit Mountain, Zhunti remembered those years.
Back then, aside from cultivating and going to the East to encounter fated people, he would pour his spiritual power into the ground bit by bit, hoping a green shoot might emerge.
Most of the time, nothing grew.
Occasionally, when one did sprout, he would be happy for days.
He silently admitted that if he had been in that position and heard an Eastern cultivator say such words, he would have been stunned too.
The West had been too poor—so poor that everyone took it for granted that it deserved to be poor.
So when that little girl said, "It must be extremely difficult," even though she had not looked at him as she spoke and had only been looking at the ground—
He truly could not help but be moved.
Bi Xiao: "The way she spoke to martial uncle Zhunti sounded like she was talking to an injured little animal by the roadside..."
Zhao Gongming: "What does it mean to talk to an injured little animal?"
Bi Xiao: "Like, 'Aww, you worked so hard.' That kind of tone."
Taiyi: "The tone isn't the point.