The frog changed the subject and said leisurely, "Your body is too frail, just like your old dad's. Immortal cultivation is beyond hope for you. Don't harbor too many desires in your heart. Just stay here in peace."
At this, Qian Wuhen shook his head fiercely. "Dad said immortal cultivators will disappear. It's enough for me to farm with Dad. I've never yearned to become some immortal."
As he spoke, a trace of fear showed openly in his eyes. He had never possessed any schemes. The environment here was too pure, devoid of any filth from the mortal world.
"It's right to listen to your old dad." Frog Daoist stood on his shoulder with his arms folded, a faint vicissitude in his gaze. "Enough of that. Let me tell you some stories, kid."
"Alright!"
Little Wuhen picked up his hoe again and began turning the soil. Frog Daoist launched into a lengthy tale beside him, and the more Little Wuhen listened, the more energetically he worked, growing increasingly excited.
Yet Frog Daoist gave that hoe a few extra looks. One whiff of its aura told him it was an old artifact...
He understood Chen Xun's nature well. The man was stingy to the bone. If you were not family, you would not even get to lay eyes on such things. He had heard these were the tools they used to eat back in the Small Realm.
As Frog Daoist spoke, he split his attention, his eyes narrowing slightly as he cast a deep glance toward the Flying Waterfall.
After all these years, Chen Xun finally did not treat him and White Spirit as outsiders. As Frog Daoist thought of this, his eyes began to brim with swagger again. The position of Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast was surely his for the