"You keep bragging before you've learned anything,"
"Why climb so high?"
Huwa clutched his rear, hopping around, "I... I was looking at the neighbor's yard..."
Sister Hua halted, squatted down, and sternly pulled Huwa over, looking around seriously,
"Don't speak nonsense!"
"Don't look around!"
"Don't boast to anyone outside, including your master or senior brother, about the matter of that Lord, or else your mother won't forgive you."
Cai Hua grasped her son's arm firmly, warning him solemnly.
To tell the truth, a secret is hidden here. Last year, the Lord from the neighboring courtyard returned, granting the young boy a blessing, and said he would find a master to teach Huwa after he awoke.
She remembered, waiting and waiting, until an immortal form bone-like expert arrived at her yard, saying Huwa was a celestial seedling, wanting to take him in as a disciple, asking if he was willing to become a student.
