"Black stones?"
Changqing took the stone and frowned.
Then, suddenly seeing the light, he burst out laughing.
"Where is he?"
The young monk froze. "Uh... he should still be in the temple."
"Go and... never mind, I'll find him myself!"
With that, Changqing strode away.
The young monk watched his martial uncle's impatient manner.
He could not help wondering about the identity of the man in blue robes who had given him the stone.
He had made his martial uncle, who was always unruffled in the face of change, act like this.
Li Ping'an sat on the mountaintop, a section of the railing missing before him.
One more step forward lay a sheer drop of ten thousand fathoms.
Li Ping'an sat cross-legged before the cliff, gazing into the distance without a word.
Sure enough, coming out to see the world
was the best way for him to advance his cultivation.
Only after seeing the clear breeze and bright moon could one understand an open heart.
Only after seeing rivers surge onward could one understand forging bravely ahead.
Only after seeing the vast sea meet the sky could one understand how small the human world was...
Yet cultivators were also prone to obsession.
Not with money or material things, but with cultivation itself.
They felt their cultivation was so impressive that they looked down on everyone.
Or they stopped at nothing in pursuit of all manner of divine abilities.
That was why there were such things as heart demons.
Countless thoughts coursed through Li Ping'an's mind as he slowly gained understanding.
Kitten sat motionless beside him too.
She held a book, pretending to read.
But in the end, she could not help glancing left and right.
Her mind was not on the book at all.
Old Ox lay nearby, dozing.