The reason Uchiha Shin wanted to follow North Mountain was something he did not quite understand himself. He simply wanted to go and take a look. In any case, he had no leads to investigate at the moment.
After leaving Uchiha Shin's place, North Mountain returned to his residence. The moment he entered, he saw White River there.
"White River, why are you here?"
"Senior Brother, I came to play with you. Where did you just go? Did you go see the Mystic Spirit King?" White River asked with a smile, idly playing with a small sword at his side.
"Yes."
"Senior Brother, I admire the Mystic Spirit King greatly as well. He is my role model. The next time you go to see the Mystic Spirit King, you have to bring me along. I want to speak with him too," White River said.
"If you want to speak with the Mystic Spirit King, just go find him yourself. Why do you need Senior Brother to take you?"
"I'm just too embarrassed. The Mystic Spirit King is renowned throughout the Three Realms. Even those great figures are respectful when they see him. If a little monk like me stood before him, I'd be scared stiff. Without you there with me, Senior Brother, I wouldn't even be able to stand steady."
Uchiha Shin listened to the conversation between the two martial brothers from nearby and could not help smiling. Their relationship was quite good—the kind of brotherhood that came from the heart, not the superficial kind.
After pausing for a moment, Uchiha Shin's gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked at White River. He noticed that White River's eyes were somewhat strange. At times, White River's gaze did not resemble that of an ordinary youth. It felt odd, like the eyes