That Golden Core was as small as a mustard seed.
Yet, it was still a Golden Core.
Chen Yi gazed at the small Golden Core, examining it carefully, unable to tire of its sight no matter how long he looked.
When the time came, he thought, he'd show it off to the little fox at home, and during his leave, when Yin Weiyin visited, he'd show it off to her too.
Chen Yi's thoughts weren't complicated. Unlike many Daoists who, upon forming a Golden Core, would become elated like a triumphant scholar or supremely detached from happiness and sorrow, Chen Yi was rather simple-minded.
He had always been a more family-oriented person. The moment his Golden Core emerged, his first thought was not ascending to immortality but simply the desire to flaunt it a little at home.
"Master, look at this."
Chen Yi held the Golden Core in his fingers and spoke.
"Small as a mustard seed," Zhou Yitang said.
Chen Yi blinked and immediately revealed a crestfallen expression.
