Along the way, Chen Xun had taught Little Wuhen many things. He had waited until now because his son had truly grown up inside and could finally understand what he meant.
But those words only applied to his own son. As for which path to take in the future, that was up to him.
Little Wuhen nodded solemnly. He had always listened to his dad, and had grown up under his constant guidance. He wasn't being the least bit perfunctory. After all, his dad had not only immortal friends, but connections to a small sect, too. His words carried plenty of weight!
The setting sun slowly sank beneath the endless mountain range, and the Milky Way stretched across Central Heaven, spreading soundlessly overhead.
Chen Xun started practicing his punches beneath the waterfall again.
Little Wuhen silently turned the soil with his hoe. The simple innocence he'd had as a child was gone from his eyes, replaced by a touch of maturity and a wealth of memories. He thought back on all the people and events he'd encountered over the past hundred years.
He had grown up now, too. The childhood friends he'd left behind in the little village had long since taken on the responsibilities of heads of their households, while he had spent all this time eating his dad's food and drinking his dad's water...
He was such a disappointment. He wanted his dad to be proud of him, too. His dad would grow old one day, just like the elders in the village, unable to do anything for themselves and with no one to look after them.
Little Wuhen took a deep breath, his gaze growing more profound. He should have taken on the responsibility of head of the household long ago. He couldn't keep relying on his