It was a difficult trek.
"A man should carry his burden and press on like this,"
Physician Feng was quite smug.
"So lonely, everyone's asleep..."
There wasn't anyone to talk to.
"The path of the strong is a lonely one."
Feng Yin continued to press on with his burden.
He carried the lives of more than a hundred and sixty on his back.
Cat Valley was in sight.
Feng Yin stopped.
He opened the spirit pouch and brought out the little ones to get some air.
All one hundred and twenty, emptied out.
Suddenly, the ground was covered in bouncing fuzzballs. Seeing Feng Yin, they all came over affectionately and began to climb onto him, one after another.
After Spirit Opening, they felt a connection beyond blood. It was like how ordinary humans might feel a mix of obedience, respect, and closeness to a creator god.
Maybe even closer.
Feng Yin let the little guys climb all over him like trees.
Instantly, he was covered in fluff.