After gulping down a whole can of Beast Milk, Little Stone looked much better. He lay on the bed, his big eyes darting around.
"Uncle Meng, where do people go when they die?" Little Nonpoint asked.
"Never died. Don't know," Meng Chuan said coolly.
"When Little Nonpoint grows old and dies, I'll tell Uncle Meng afterward." Little Nonpoint grinned.
"..." Meng Chuan was speechless. How are you going to tell me after you die of old age? Visit me in a dream?
Or are you counting on me dying first so you can come find me down there?
"You won't grow old, much less die. Once cultivators reach the highest realms, they become eternal and undying." Meng Chuan tried to put an end to such thoughts.
"Ah." Little Nonpoint opened his mouth, then thought for a moment. "Eternal and undying? How lonely would that be?"
Even with his hazy understanding of the world, Little Nonpoint knew not everyone could live forever.
Meng Chuan fell silent for a moment, then gently flicked Little Nonpoint's ear.
"As long as I'm alive, you won't be lonely."
"Really?" Little Nonpoint blinked his big eyes. "But Uncle Meng, didn't you say you weren't very talented at cultivation?"
"Looks like I'm destined to be lonely after all."
Meng Chuan's face darkened. He flipped Little Nonpoint over and smack, smack, smack went his hand against the boy's backside.
You little brat. Are you saying I'll die young?
Little Nonpoint didn't fuss over the spanking. He just grinned.
After dealing with the little fellow, Meng Chuan chatted with him. Mostly, Little Nonpoint asked questions and Meng Chuan answered.
Were there people living among the stars in the sky? Were they watching him all the time? And just how vast and wild was the Great Wilderness?
When would he