Its tone shifted as it said leisurely, "Your body is too frail, just like your father's. Immortal cultivation is beyond your reach, so don't harbor too many desires. Stay here peacefully."
Qian Wuhen shook his head sharply at those words. "Father said immortal cultivators will disappear. I'll just farm with Father. I've never longed to become some Immortal."
After speaking, a trace of fear showed plainly in his eyes. He had never possessed any scheming mind. The environment here was too pure, untouched by any filth of the mortal world.
"Listening to your father is the right thing," Frog Daoist said, standing on his shoulder with its arms folded, a faint weathered look in its eyes. "Enough of that. Let me tell you some stories, kid."
"Alright!"
Little Wuhen picked up his hoe and began turning the soil again, while Frog Daoist launched into a lengthy speech beside him. The more Little Wuhen listened, the harder he worked, growing more excited with every stroke.
Yet Frog Daoist gave that hoe a few extra looks. One sniff was enough to tell that it was an old relic...
It understood Chen Xun's temperament all too well. He was stingy to the bone. If someone was not family, they would not even get a glimpse of these things. It had heard that these were the tools they had used to make a living back in the Small Realm.
As Frog Daoist spoke, it divided its attention, its eyes narrowing slightly as it cast a deep glance toward the waterfall.
After all these years, Chen Xun had finally stopped treating it and White Spirit as outsiders. The more it thought about it, the more smug its eyes became. The position of mountain-guarding Immortal beast was surely in the bag!
Still, it paid close attention