A long while later, Shi Ziling and the others came to thank Meng Chuan again for reuniting them with their father.
They had just finished talking, amid another bout of tearful sobbing.
They had told each other what they had been through over the years. They had also told Shi Zhongtian why they had come to Stone Village, and about Little Nonpoint and Qin Hao.
Their thanks left Meng Chuan somewhat depressed. They meant well and were sincerely grateful.
But all that thanking was seriously interfering with his tea drinking. No, it was interfering with his contemplation of the Heavenly Dao and the Mortal World.
Perhaps leaving him undisturbed would have been the best thanks.
Unfortunately, none of them had reached Meng Chuan's level of understanding.
Shi Ziling and his wife had been in Stone Village for two months and had gotten to know everyone.
Still, they had not lived alongside the others for years.
As for Qin Hao...
He was having a wonderful time playing with the children of Stone Village. He had settled in even better than his parents.
Every day, he tore around with a pack of children, their laughter ringing through Stone Village and the surrounding area.
He had grown close to his older brother, Shi Hao, too, and occasionally even called him "brother."
The knot in his heart might not have vanished like smoke, but he no longer cared about it.
That was the good thing about children.
Which was why children really had to be taught from an early age. They needed examples to follow and someone to guide them while they were young.
Without proper guidance then, their character would already be set by the time they grew up.
If they had a decent nature, all was well. If their character turned rotten,