The bonfire throbbed and cracked, and this place as incredibly lively as the villagers celebrated in a carefree manner.
Shi Feijiao and the other adults ate large mouthfuls of meat while boasting about how strong their children were. They were talking about how in the future, they would definitely become heroes who would lift cauldrons and overturn mountains, and their might would tremble this great wasteland.
Of course, the person everyone praised most was the little guy. Shi Linghu roared even louder, “Child, you’re not young anymore. In a few months you’ll be eight years old, and your skills are great as well, so you should have a marriage set soon. How is my family’s little Hu girl?”
The little guy was greatly embarrassed and said, “Uncle, I’m still young.”
