Fatherly Asura

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Fu Gao spent brief moments in observation, for his second self had proven absent in these past few days. To maintain their connection- imparting memories and talents - this technique was surely peerless.

But unnecessary to do so daily.

All notions went to posterity, to generations and the establishment of roots. Once per [Season] would suffice.

Bingbai had suggested as much.

Disciples, aides or alchemists of the Four Tiger Pill Society were at work within Gao Fu’s domain, erecting small structures and foundations in the space adjacent to Aunty Quan’s orphanage. A great working was underway, and immodest to see the scale.

Shuidi’s [Senses] found many peak [Core Formation] carpenters at work there, effecting their craft with adaptations from the [Dao of Cutting], [Dao of Growth] and [Dao of Symmetry] with the same precision a mortal might use an abacus or rule.

The sun-facing side of our soul will flourish with this. A Sect.

Hushi tapped an arm, impressing his reservation.

They knew well the depths of their own heart. Across a span of [Seasons] or moons, how easy it would be to sink into what they wished to be.

Kind.

The notion amused Shuidi. “We are the thunder within clouds and promise of rain. Such history cannot be wiped clean.”

Fu dipped his head, seeing how orphan and [Spirit Hare] alike had gathered to gawk and pester these unrivalled craftsmen.

Perhaps.

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