Gan Jiu and Shi Dazhu immediately broke into smiles. "Alright, then we'll go back first to carry water and chop wood. Master Xin, do as you please."
Shi Dazhu held his pole horizontally, filling four big buckets and carrying another four in his hands. Gan Jiu had a mountain of firewood on his back. The two of them vanished into the cave.
Li Xin looked at the green mountains and clear waters, the surrounding ranges enclosing the place. This really was a fine spot. The small wooden hut had basic living necessities inside; it didn't look hastily put together. Judging from the wood, it should have been here a long time, and had always been in use.
Only, to say those two had absolutely no other thoughts in mind—he still didn't quite believe it. The Spiritual Energy here was wonderfully comfortable, on par with the mountaintop, maybe even better, and standing within it, it was very easy to slip into a state of Flow.
Li Xin tossed the dice: There is no danger in this place.
