"I named him Yuan Er. Dasheng, my life isn't as long as yours."
"If there comes a day when I'm no longer here, let Yuan Er replace Yuan Yi, and continue to accompany you."
...
Yuan Er got hungry and started crying.
Yuan Dasheng squeezed the juice out of a peach the size of a washbasin and poured it over him. As a result, Yuan Er ended up drenched like a drowned rat.
Yuan Er fell ill.
Yuan Dasheng darted through the Immortal City like the wind at night, stormed into the medical hall, grabbed the Pharmacist by the throat, and dragged him as they sprinted and leapt. The Pharmacist's screams shattered the moonlit night's tranquility.
Yuan Er started to climb.
He clung to Yuan Dasheng's thick monkey fur, challenging the heights. Each time he fell, Yuan Dasheng's hand would catch him precisely.
Yuan Er could walk and jump.
