When his mother saw Wenlong return, she kept checking him over, looking for injuries.
"Mother, I'm bouncing around full of life. How could I be hurt? I was just at a meeting in the sect, and they didn't even feed us," Wenlong complained to her.
His mother laughed too. "Would the sect's food taste as good as mine? Just wait. Dinner will be ready soon."
Wenlong wasted no time buttering her up. "Of course not! Look at my strong body and tall frame. They're all thanks to you feeding me."
Remembering the tiger and black bear in his space, he cut off a tiger leg and found it as fresh as ever. "Mother, this is good stuff. A real tonic!"
Long'er's mother was delighted too. This truly was the nourishing delicacy of legend. "Once it's cooked, invite your grandmother over to eat."
"Of course," Wenlong agreed. Laughing, he went to play with little Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan was two now. When he had a chance, he would give him some Spirit Water too and see whether a miracle might happen.
With Wen Tie and Wen Hua helping, the house was clean inside and out. He had not expected the two of them to be so devoted to the household. His father still preferred staying in the cultivation room. Did he not understand the need to balance work and rest?
The next day, he gathered Linzi's mother and the clan's healers. Even Wen Hua, who was interested in medicine, joined them.
Wenlong took out the Pill Furnace he had asked Seventh Uncle to make, along with the ingredients for the Life-Extending Pills, and prepared to refine them.
"Watch carefully, everyone. I'll demonstrate this time. Next time, you'll have to work it out yourselves." In truth, he had never refined pills either.