When Meng Chuan returned to Stone Village, Little Nonpoint was chasing the Five-Colored Sparrow.
The Big Yellow Dog in the village was no longer enough for him. Whenever they played, he had to hold back his strength.
But he still couldn't catch the Five-Colored Sparrow, so he remained fascinated by it.
A playmate for eternity.
The moment Little Nonpoint saw Meng Chuan return, he came running over.
"Uncle Meng, did you go to the Martial King Manor?" the little fellow asked, tugging at Meng Chuan's sleeve and looking up at him.
Meng Chuan picked him up and pinched his cheek.
"Little Nonpoint is so clever."
Little Nonpoint might be small, but he was far from foolish. He was sharp as could be.
"Did you get hurt, Uncle Meng?"
"Your Uncle Meng may not be especially talented, but I can hold my own in a fight. Luckily, I didn't get hurt this time."
Meng Chuan started patting Little Nonpoint's head again.
He had already reached the Inscription and Array Formation stages. He could hardly keep telling Little Nonpoint that he was only two realms ahead of him.
So it was perfectly reasonable to have poor talent but be a little stronger in battle, right?
Besides, once Little Nonpoint entered the Grotto-Heaven Realm, Meng Chuan would be only two realms ahead of him again.
For Meng Chuan, cultivating through Inscription and Array Formation required nothing but time.
He could lay down an ordinary killing array with a single thought, but the more advanced an array was, the longer it took.
That would give Little Nonpoint a little time to catch up.
"Little Nonpoint, you have to work hard at cultivating." Meng Chuan began pinching his ears.
"I said at the Martial King Manor that one day, you two would settle who was