He had little to do each day. Whenever Immortal Sect disciples debated the Dao, he went to listen in; whenever someone refined pills, he went to watch; whenever someone forged artifacts, he went to learn. No one ever drove him away, and they were quite willing to teach him.
So... that largest wooden carriage parked at the edge belonged to him. He had been led astray by the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect disciples as well...
"Uncle Stone Eater~"
"Shh!!"
Stone Eater jerked his head up in alarm. Speaking out during a lecture was a taboo of the Immortal Dao.
"Eh, Senior Qi Ming."
"Haha, Mu Feng has gone out for another stroll..."
"Hehe, Martial Uncle~~"
"Go play. Come watch from the side again when I play chess later."
"Indeed!"
"Got it~"
Yet the furious scolding Stone Eater had imagined never came. Instead, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.
He let out a sigh of relief, afraid that he would be driven away. Then he lifted his rear, smiled awkwardly toward the sky, and changed seats.
Mu Feng gave a clear, tinkling laugh and even winked at Stone Eater on the ground, indicating that they could play together again later.
Stone Eater was very close to her. Ever since she was little, he had carried her on his shoulders and run wild across mountains and fields. Both of them had been deeply curious about this novel stretch of mountains and rivers.
Qi Ming continued soaring onward.
From time to time, they could see Five Aggregates Sect disciples drawing water from the Primordial River after Heaven-and-Earth Sublimation to cultivate spirit fields.
There were simply too many avatars... some carried water, some turned the soil, others moved trees and hauled Heavenly Foundation Stones. All manner of extraordinary Immortal Realm medicinal herbs gave