Chapter 215: The Green Goblin, the Nature of Teenagers, and a ’Chapter 67 Stang
Benton threw all the orbs and the cake into his spatial ring and Quickstepped into the amphitheater, ready to start decorating. Just after he distributed all the colored lights in the air and readied the cake on a giant slab of wood that he fashioned into a table, he realized he hadn’t got the kids’ gifts yet. And he was running out of time!
He panicked, trying to think of what to do.
As his eyes darted about seeking something to give him inspiration, he noticed the windows of the Martial Pavilion not far away.
Hmm. If he knew Yang Xiu—and by that point he thought that he did—she would definitely use her vantage point to peek at what he was doing, the little scamp. He couldn’t have that, could he?
Benton Quickstepped to the top of the stadium wall and began inscribing. The formation was only a rank one, so even considering the large size of the circumference of the building, it didn’t take him long to complete it, mere minutes. And as soon as he did, he activated it.
There. If her perception could somehow penetrate a wall of light absorption, she deserved the early glimpse.
He felt satisfied that he’d solved one problem, but that solution had, unfortunately, only taken up more of his very limited time.
Focus. Gifts. What should he get the twins?
The easy route for grandparents was the envelope of cash or, in this case, spirit coins. That was such a cop out, though. Unavoidable when the grandkids lived far away, and they got older, of course. It was almost impossible to know their ever-shifting likes and dislikes at that point. And cash was always welcome for a teenager.
On the other hand, there were generic gifts that were always appreciated as well. The latest iPhone or iPad. Whatever gaming system they were into. Headphones were really big for a while.
The cultivation world was sadly lacking in consumer electronics, however, and he didn’t have time to invent anything.
Well, not anything as complicated as a phone or gaming device, anyway. There had to be something he could make.