Chen Xun taught Little Wuhen many things along the way. Only because the boy had truly grown up inside and could genuinely grasp his meaning did he choose to say them now.
Yet these words applied only to his own son. As for how Little Wuhen would walk the road ahead, that still depended on himself.
Little Wuhen nodded gravely. He listened to Old Dad more than anyone, having been taught by both word and example all the way through, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness. After all, Old Dad not only had immortal friends, but also connections with small sects. His words carried considerable weight!
The setting sun gradually sank below the endless mountain ranges, while the river of stars stretched across the sky, silently spreading overhead.
Chen Xun began practicing his punches beneath the flying waterfall again.
Little Wuhen silently turned the soil with a hoe. In his eyes, the innocence of childhood was gone, replaced by a measure of steadiness and stories, as he recalled all the people and events he had encountered over the past century.
He had grown up now. The childhood companions from the Small Village had long since shouldered the responsibilities of being heads of their households, while he had always been eating Old Dad's food and drinking Old Dad's drink...
He was truly no good. He wanted Old Dad to be proud of him too. Old Dad would eventually grow old, just like those elderly people in the village, unable even to do work, with no one to care for him.
Little Wuhen took a deep breath, and his eyes deepened slightly. He should have taken on the responsibilities of the head of the household long ago. He could not keep relying on Old Dad to raise him.
He would go down