"In the trial of the small world, not all will perish; at least one must survive..."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun's spirits were instantly uplifted, as that meant there would be no problems!
He couldn't bear to see his people wronged, often sarcastically calling himself a nanny, but neither was he the type to pamper "giant infants." Difficulties were necessary, even for a girl—he would just give her a few more layers of protection.
In a lifetime, one must have some experiences to make life more exciting.
The next day, the sun shone brightly, and the temperature rose by several degrees. Such was the weather in Fuzhou, even in deep autumn; once the sun emerged, it felt like summer again.
The visiting Daoist friends had not left because they heard that Master Feng—now to be referred to as Venerable Feng—had produced ten Spirit Stones and invited everyone to experience the Spirit Beast Garden.
