"Let's go, Bone."
In front of the waterfall cabin, Yuan Tianzong turned and called to Bone.
He was waiting for his Ninth Junior Sister, wanting to say goodbye and reluctant to leave.
At last, under Yuan Tianzong's watchful gaze, Bone started walking. A few minutes later, he ran back and used a little stick to write a line on the ground: Xiao Ya, the master and I are going away for a while. We'll come back and play with you when we have time.
Yuan Tianzong chuckled, thinking Bone was rather sentimental. They'd only played together for a few days, and already he was so reluctant to part.
By comparison, he had always been emotionally detached, especially after beginning his cultivation. In the Age of Declining Dharma, when the master he'd been closest to, the one with whom he shared an emotional bond, passed away, Yuan Tianzong had remained calm.
The sun hung high in the sky, and the heavens were clear, with only sparse clouds.
As they had planned, the two of them headed toward Mount Tai.
At first, Yuan Tianzong had been at a loss over how to carry away so much incense ash. The Dao seeds needed the ash to nourish them, and they consumed the spiritual energy within it, so the ash had to be replaced from time to time.
Bone had dug up fifty or sixty boxes. Taking them all to Mount Tai would be a bit of a hassle. It wasn't that he couldn't carry them; there were simply too many, and they would get in the way.
Unexpectedly, just as he'd been wishing for a solution, one had appeared. He'd gained a Circular Mark Space out of nowhere, solving the problem.
The circle came from the pattern on his hand.
The marks were