A young boy sat on the porch of his house with his grandfather. The weather was clear that morning, and the aroma of the coffee from the cup held by the grandfather filled the air. The boy, with his bright and curious eyes, swung his legs that hung from the wooden chair. The elderly grandfather enjoyed the morning ambiance, occasionally sipping his coffee.
Suddenly, the boy broke the silence with a question that surprised his grandfather.
"Grandpa, are cultivators really real?" the boy asked with a tone full of curiosity.
The grandfather lowered his coffee cup, smiled widely, and asked back, "Why do you ask that, dear?"
The boy, with a serious expression that was endearing for his age, replied, "Aren't cultivators amazing, Grandpa? They can fly and perform incredible techniques."
The grandfather couldn't hold back his laughter at how innocent his grandson's question was. He chuckled softly while gently patting the boy's head, who looked very enthusiastic.
"And then?" the grandfather asked, trying to understand his grandson's deeper intent.
The boy, with eyes sparkling and full of hope, continued, "Isn't it wonderful if I could fly and perform great techniques someday?"
The grandfather, amused by his grandson's spirit, also felt the need to give an honest explanation. He gently patted his grandson's head and said, "Yes, dear. Cultivators do exist. But you must know, becoming a cultivator is not something easy."
The boy's face, which had been bright, now showed disappointment. "So, how can I become a cultivator, Grandpa?"
The grandfather smiled gently and shook his head. "I don't know how to become a cultivator myself. All I know are the stories from the past and the legends that have circulated."
The boy, whose enthusiasm began to wane, looked disappointed. "So, why did Grandpa say that cultivators exist if there is no way to become one?"
The grandfather sighed deeply. "Dear, I didn't lie about cultivators existing. But you must understand, finding a cultivator is extremely difficult. It's like searching for a needle in a vast ocean."
The boy's mouth fell open in astonishment at his grandfather's explanation. "Is it really that hard?"
The grandfather nodded, his face showing the wisdom of his life experience. "Yes, the difficulty in finding a cultivator can be considered very great. However, in this world, there is always a chance. Maybe someday, if you are lucky, you might meet one of them."
The boy's enthusiasm returned. "Alright, Grandpa. I will definitely meet them and become a true cultivator!"
The grandfather smiled warmly, gently stroking the boy's head. "That's a great spirit, dear. Never lose hope and keep striving. Even though the path to your goal may be difficult, determination and effort will help you achieve your dreams."
The boy nodded with determination, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Just wait, Grandpa, someday I will become a cultivator!"