Waiting was sometimes a long stretch of happiness, and sometimes a long stretch of anticipation.
Sandong could no longer remember who had said those words.
Perhaps Yan Yun had said them during one of their occasional chats, or the Sect Leader had said them at some point, or perhaps Cui Hao had said them with a solemn look on his face.
Sandong did not know how those words had stuck, either. Perhaps they had suddenly come to mind while waiting.
Ever since the Sect Leader had recovered from his injuries, he had begun busying himself again.
The Sect Leader, whom Sandong had not seen in a long time, had returned, met with Sandong, and delivered Spirit Stones and a specially prepared gift before hurrying away.
Sandong did not know what the Sect Leader was busy with and had asked Yan Yun when she came by in her spare time.
Yan Yun had answered seriously, but Sandong had listened in a fog.
In the end, all Sandong understood was that the Sect Leader was busy with something as great as the sky.
Sandong did not know how vast the sky was. After all, he had only ever seen Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge and the Heavenly Derivation Sect's not particularly large A Loving Family Peak.
Sandong had never gone to see the world outside.
At Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge, Sandong had stayed within the sect there; at the Heavenly Derivation Sect, Sandong stayed only on A Loving Family Peak.
Sandong understood that a little Flower Spirit was all Sandong was, so in Sandong's eyes, the vastness of heaven and earth extended no farther than what was visible.
Sandong did not understand Dongsheng Shenzhou, nor the Western Ox-He Continent.
At first, the little Flower Spirit had only hoped that no one would disturb