"All right, all right... rest assured, Immortal. Leave this to me. I'll make sure it's done beautifully!"
"Mm!" He Pingsheng nodded. "By the way, my friend, do you know where I can buy incense, candles, and paper offerings around here? I'd like to buy some."
"Not far up ahead. Little Feng, take the Immortal there!"
A boy of ten or so came racing up to He Pingsheng. "Immortal brother, I'll take you!"
The boy had large eyes and dark skin, with fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.
He was a bold child. The sweat wasn't from fright, but from playing with his friends just a moment ago.
"All right, thank you very much!" He Pingsheng took the little fellow's hand with a smile.
As they walked, a wisp of He Pingsheng's divine sense slipped unnoticed into the child's body to see whether he had a spirit root.
To He Pingsheng's surprise, the boy really did have a spirit root.
And it was a five-element spiritual root!
He Pingsheng was left utterly tongue-tied by what he found.
Every sip and every peck was ordained by heaven.
Could the boy running up to guide him today be a fateful opportunity?
He Pingsheng shook his head, unable to quite make sense of it.
"What's your name?" he asked the boy.
The boy said, "I'm called Little Feng. My full name is Long Juanfeng..."
"Huh?" He Pingsheng chuckled. "That's quite an imposing name."
Long Juanfeng said, "Our family name happens to be Long, so my dad said he'd name me Long Juanfeng-Tornado-to make me sound mighty and grand!"
"Oh!" He Pingsheng nodded. "You're already ten. Didn't the Beast Taming Immortal Sect open your meridians?"
"They did!" The boy lowered his head. "My spirit root isn't good. The Immortal said I couldn't cultivate!"