"I noticed just now that this youth's pupils are like ink and his face like a painting—could it be that he… is that Immortal child?"
The middle-aged man said, "But… wasn't it said he was an 'Immortal child'? Why does he look like a youth?"
The old man said, "Immortal children don't stay small forever."
The middle-aged man nodded. "True enough. But… isn't the Immortal child at Big Black Mountain? Why would he come to our poor place?"
"This…" The old man pondered for a moment, then suddenly shuddered, his heart shaken as he thought:
"This time, the Immortal child must have attained success in Tao Cultivation, so he left Big Black Mountain to travel the world and bestow blessings upon all living beings…"
The more the old man thought about it, the more excited he became. His voice trembled as he said:
