He had little to do each day. Whenever Immortal Sect disciples debated the Dao, he went to listen in; whenever someone refined pills, he went to watch; whenever someone forged artifacts, he went to learn. No one drove him away, and they were quite willing to teach him.
So... that largest wooden cart parked at the edge was his. He had been led astray by the Five Elements Immortal Sect disciples too...
"Little Uncle Tun Shi~"
"Shh!!"
Tun Shi jerked his head up in alarm. Speaking aloud while listening to the Dao was an Immortal Dao taboo.
"Oh, Senior Qi Ming."
"Haha, Mu Feng has run off for another stroll..."
"Hehe, Martial Uncle~~"
"Go play. Come watch from the side again when I play chess later."
"Absolutely!"
"Got it~"
Yet the angry scolding Tun Shi had imagined never came. Instead, the atmosphere was harmonious and cheerful.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Afraid he would be driven away, he lifted his backside, gave the sky an awkward smile, then changed seats and sat back down.
Mu Feng let out a clear laugh and even blinked at Tun Shi on the ground, indicating that they could play together again later.
Tun Shi was very close to her. Since she was little, he had carried her on his shoulders and run wildly across mountains and fields. Both of them were immensely curious about these novel lands and rivers.
Qi Ming continued soaring.
From time to time, they could see Five Elements Sect Disciples drawing water from the Primordial Chaos River after the Heaven and Earth Sublimation to irrigate spiritual fields.
There were simply a few too many incarnations... Some carried water, some turned the soil, and others moved trees or transported Heavenly Foundation Stones. All sorts of extraordinary Immortal Realm spirit