The children of Stone Village gathered before Meng Chuan, every pair of eyes fixed on him.
"Mister Yuan, are we going to find Little Nonpoint?" asked a child in his early teens.
In all of Stone Village, everyone except Little Nonpoint called Meng Chuan Mister Yuan, young and old alike.
Everyone could see that Meng Chuan treated Little Nonpoint differently.
The adults had also told the children to respect Mister Yuan and taught them what to call him.
Meng Chuan did not care what the children called him, but since they wanted to use that title, he would not interfere.
Meng Chuan looked at the children and answered with a smile:
"No. Little Nonpoint will come find you. Willow God will send you straight to the Heaven Mending Pavilion, and Little Nonpoint should arrive in a month or two."
"Once you get there, cultivate diligently and make plenty of friends."
Meng Chuan offered the children his advice. Most of them were a little older than Little Nonpoint.
After all, only a few years ago, this had been an ordinary little village in the mountains.
"Don't go looking for people to bully. But if someone bullies you, don't be afraid of trouble. Hit them back."
Meng Chuan had never encouraged the children to start trouble, but he did not want them to fear it either.
They should fight for what was worth fighting for, but they must not pick fights or bully people without cause.
Refusing to start trouble did not make someone mediocre. Starting trouble for no reason—that was what made someone a fool.
"Mister Yuan, we're all in the Blood Moving Realm. We couldn't stir up trouble even if we tried!" called a child who was usually rather lively.
"You have a point." Meng Chuan found himself agreeing.
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