"No, this is its mission. Our Ape Race must not perish because of this. Sooner or later, a day will come when things change. This is what the Priest left behind."
Cheng Zongyang listened to their conversation with a blank expression, his tender little face filled with confusion. He couldn't understand the meaning behind their words. He merely felt his head growing heavy until, before long, he drifted into a groggy sleep.
Time quietly slipped by.
Cheng Zongyang grew as rapidly as a tender bamboo shoot in spring. In just two years, he had already grown to over five foot seven in height. Even though he was still in his infancy according to the growth stages of the Ape Race, he had already developed independent thought and mobility.
