"Wow..." Xing Jun and Xing Yao cried out, their eyes shining.
"Brother Xun, are these the mountains and rivers you spoke of?"
"Brother Xun, then this is the sea, right?"
Their faces flushed with excitement. Having never seen such things before, their imaginations were all the more astounding, and they praised Chen Xun's painting skills to the heavens.
"...Haha!" Chen Xun was delighted by their words. "You two have got some taste."
Naturally, he could tell that the siblings were praising him sincerely, not currying favor.
Chen Xun had also come to understand the joy that Old Mister must have felt when giving paintings to children that year. So this was what it felt like... truly refined!
Another year passed.
Xing Jun and Xing Yao's temperaments had changed somewhat. Simply because their knowledge had grown so much and the goals in their hearts were no longer what they had once been, their bearing had changed a little.
Chen Xun enjoyed chatting about everything, especially with these two tasteful little siblings.
And because they came every day throughout that year, they had finally noticed Little Crimson's methods for harvesting cloud ore—fast, precise, ruthless. They wanted to learn... so they would have more time to come seek Brother Xun's guidance.
As for the immense divine power Brother Xun had displayed back then, they knew their own cultivation and realm were insufficient. They could not learn it.
Little Crimson's eyes lit up slightly upon hearing that. It truly liked living beings who mined with it. The more, the better. It would teach them!
Another year passed.
Chen Xun's family entered the depths of the Xing Lan Region. Outside the house stood only two Crane Spirit Trees swaying in the wind. Nourished by the Cloud Soil, these trees had undergone some ordinary mutations. A