The cricket fighters had long since dispersed.
Only the village children remained at the Threshing Ground, and they had gone off nearby to play hide-and-seek with the Yi Household's two children.
From rushing over under the impression that something momentous had happened, to clearing up the misunderstanding and sitting down to chat with his master, only a little time had passed.
Nearly ten years might not count as long for cultivation, but these were also the ten years in which Stoneborn had grown into a man. He had matured in both mind and body, and had gathered many questions and much longing along the way.
He also spoke of the many wonders and amusing incidents at the Starwoven Gathering. On this subject, Jiang Lang could not resist interjecting with complaints, though it was obvious that he had enjoyed himself as well.
Likewise, Stoneborn wanted to show his master what he had accomplished. More than his steadily increasing magical power, he hoped to earn his master's approval for his first glimpses into the way of cultivation.
"Master, you once asked me where the white crane in my heart was. I still haven't found it, but after idling beside a pond watching fish for several years, with some accidental help from my little sister, I did find the fish in my heart!"
Hui Mian, who had disappeared for a while, quietly poked out from beneath Yi Shuyuan's collar. Being able to transform actually meant Stoneborn had progressed beyond a mere first glimpse.
Jiang Lang listened in something of a fog, but as far as he was concerned, cultivation of the Immortal Dao was often mystery upon mystery anyway.
Ten years seemed to offer so much to talk about. Had Stoneborn still been a child, perhaps he could have chattered for days and