If this continues, the Hundred Beasts Garden will surely become the Sect of Ten Thousand Beasts!

These children have a limitless future.

What does the story of Jingwei teach us?

Tongyue was dressed in a magnificent azure robe and held a book in her hand.

Each of the partially transformed children sat behind their own desk.

They are already able to listen to mythology lessons.

A little creature with a cat's head raised its paw: "Tell us the ocean is so big, it can't be filled. Even Jingwei died and it still wasn't filled, so we can't fill it either~~"

Is this PTSD caused by being doused by the Water God?

"Prime Minister, you speak." Tongyue called on the little turtle by name.

The little turtle was yawning and rubbing its eyes, looking sleepy, when it was suddenly called on. It woke up with a start and stood up.

Remembering the Father God's words, he turned his tortoise head and said, "The ocean has its own way, and Jingwei has her own sorrow. We can follow the path of good, or we can strive to conquer nature. If we have the ability, we can change the world; if we lack that ability, and only have a burning anger, perhaps one day, future generations will give meaning to our existence. The path to immortality is elusive; everything is free, joyful, let posterity judge."

His boyish voice echoed throughout the zoo.

For a moment, there was complete silence.

After a long pause, Tongyue put down her book and was the first to applaud: "Well said!"

Adhering to the rules is good, and so is anger.

Striving is good, but just getting by is also a form of mere survival.

Good and bad fortune are intertwined; who can say for sure...?

Just be yourself...

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Zhao Xi wanted to continue indulging in fortune-telling.

After messing around with everyone, and even having a fortune told for Shan Shan who had left, he finally remembered his real business.

All the other cubs have formed their cores, so why are the three Firelight Beast siblings still like this?

Even though Miaoyin used elixirs to temporarily freeze them, and even Tongyue, who inherited the Azure Phoenix Demon Core, recovered, the three little ones were still the same as before.

Since its brief transformation, there has been no progress.

This shouldn't be happening!

The three little ones are practicing in the quiet room of the volcano.

Zhao Xi wanted to fly over on her sword, so she moved a low table in front of them, took out some yarrow stalks, fiddled with them for a long time, and flipped through books for a long time.

Of the three little guys—potato, rice, oil, and salt—the salt was surprisingly the boldest.

"The headmistress is obsessed with fortune telling all day long, with a hunched back, like a charlatan."

"Smack—"

Shu Yan was startled by her, thinking she was angry, and hid behind his brothers.

Zhao Xi closed the divination book, straightened her back, and said, "You're right, let's not do the divination!"

Shumi asked curiously, "What did the headmistress figure out?"

"It's nothing!" Zhao Xi wanted to pack up and leave. "Let's not do this anymore! Instead of spending all our time doing this, we might as well go play mahjong with the Cuiyun School."

The mountains and rivers are rugged, and dangers lie ahead.