Meng Chuan had only just returned, and Little Nonpoint clung to him, following him almost everywhere.
Meng Chuan had brought gifts for the people of Stone Village, too.
Sharp weapons, pills for cultivation, and a few unusual cultivation methods.
Seeing Stone Village thriving and full of life on his return made Meng Chuan quite happy.
There was a certain thrill in watching it grow.
A small mountain village, nurtured and built up by his own hand, would one day soar straight into the Nine Heavens and hold the world beneath it.
Just thinking about it was a little exciting.
Clearly, the urge to settle in and build things up was rooted in his nature.
Meng Chuan also enjoyed the peace of Stone Village. Though he had roamed the world in Lifetime, he had rarely felt anything like this there.
Unless Meng Qi turned into a one- or two-year-old child, that was.
But eventually, Meng Chuan could no longer stand it.
Little Nonpoint kept trying to wheedle tea leaves out of him to make Milk Tea.
Giving the little fellow some tea leaves was no great problem.
The problem was that everything Little Nonpoint made tasted dreadful. It was a downright waste of Meng Chuan's treasured collection.
He could have the tea leaves, but wasting them was another matter.
So one day, Meng Chuan grabbed Little Nonpoint by the collar and threw him straight out of Stone Village.
"Go! Make a name for yourself in the Great Wilderness. You can even venture near the Ancient Kingdom and test yourself against others!"
"Uncle Meng, I forgot my clay jar! That's my immortal weapon!" Little Nonpoint shouted, flailing in the sky.
Everyone was speechless. It was a milk pot. How could he call it his immortal weapon with a straight face?
He really