"Master, cultivation is so boring. Hehe, let me go play with our little junior brother!"
Su Ling'er took the Fate Heavenly Tome, her face full of anticipation and excitement.
"We want to go too!"
All the disciples came over. They were all rather impatient to meet their new little junior brother!
Su Bai chuckled. "You can, but don't go causing trouble. The Azure Frost Realm can't withstand your antics."
"Since you want to have fun, you can help him write the Fate Heavenly Tome."
"And don't let Su Ming know your identities. He still has a long road of growth ahead of him."
"Understood!"
The disciples repeatedly promised, thrilled beyond measure.
"Father, wait for me! Just wait for me!"
Su Ming ran all the way to the statue of the deity worshipped jointly by several nearby tribes.
In his urgency, he had forgotten that his speed far surpassed that of ordinary people and was no less than that of cultivators.
In just a few breaths, he reached the altar, fell to his knees in the mud, and devoutly kowtowed three times.
He closed his eyes, and scenes of the future surfaced in his mind—the scenes that had appeared in his dreams every day these past few days.
[Sunlight filtered through the leaves and scattered across the path, while birdsong echoed through the mountains.
He followed closely behind his father, his eyes constantly sweeping the surrounding slopes, wary of any possible danger.
Just as they reached the middle of the mountain, he heard a faint crack.
He suddenly looked up and saw a huge boulder high above beginning to loosen.
"Father! Watch out!"
He shouted and lunged toward his father, trying to push him away.
However, at that very moment, a child's terrified cry came from below.
He and his