This is an ordinary continent without spiritual energy, but here, too, the sun and moon shine together, and each generation passes things down to the next.
As evening approached, four or five children raced one another home. San Tai lagged behind, thinking of his parents, who had left to do business. A wave of sadness came over him, and he missed them dearly.
A young-looking man appeared nearby. He stared at San Tai in puzzlement. He had tried every way he could to make it submit to him, so how had it ended up submitting to this mortal child? This was a World Stone, something one could come across only by sheer luck.
He had chased it for hundreds of years, only for things to end like this. His feelings were a tangled mess. Once a World Stone submitted to someone, no one else could ever claim it, much less fight over it. Besides, he wasn't the sort of person to kill an innocent.
Qin Santai noticed the young man, too, and smiled. "Uncle, do you need something?" The man, who looked very young, couldn't help but take a liking to Santai. "What's your name, kid?" Santai replied, "Qin Santai. What about you, Uncle?" "Wu Zhu." The two started chatting, and Wu Zhu couldn't help thinking, What a spiritually gifted child.
He found himself growing fond of the boy.
He thought, Since the World Stone has chosen you, I'll give you a little fortune of your own.
He drew the spiritual energy from the spirit stones he carried and used his divine power to send it into Santai, sealing it within his ten fingers. Then he took a sheet of paper made from some unknown hide out of his storage space and handed it to Santai, telling him to train well. After that, he left with effortless grace.
