Master Mo wished only to live out his remaining years in comfort, so there was naturally no need for him to understand too much about the path of cultivation.
Yi A Bao had both opportunity and insight, and a heart for the Dao had gradually begun to take shape within him. Yet from what Stoneborn and Qi Zhongbin knew of their master, Old Master Yi believed that entering the Dao and cultivating was best done step by step, without getting entangled in too many affairs.
In their master's words, human life was complicated enough already. To cultivate immortality and enter the Dao, one must first enter the heart-first subtract, then slowly add while awakening to the Dao amid the mortal world.
Thus, for the two elderly men, Yi A Bao and Mo Yiming, it was enough to witness the heart-stopping Dragon Ascension, attend a Dragon-Transformation Banquet unlike any other, marvel at the changes along the way, and savor the pleasures of the feast together.
On a distant walkway, Monk Wufa and a youth in white sat alone at a table, where the youth enjoyed all manner of delicacies from the Dragon Palace.
Before the old monk Wufa, meanwhile, lay a bowl of rice porridge and a plate of lotus seeds. They looked utterly ordinary, yet a faint fragrance soothed the heart and soul, making even the old monk savor them carefully.
A small incense burner stood on the table, burning incense specially made in the North Sea. It lent the place a faint veil of curling smoke. Monk Wufa showed no particular reaction, but the youth in white, at least, greatly enjoyed the scent. Perhaps Dragonkind understood its own kind best.
Though the monk and dragon were clearly seated among the staggered tables along the walkway, they seemed somehow set