The Little Flower Fairy, the Little Three Winters

Waiting is sometimes a long drawn-out happiness, and sometimes a long drawn-out expectation.

San Dong could not remember clearly who had said this to him.

Perhaps it was Yanyun who said it while chatting with him when she occasionally came over, or perhaps it was something the Sect Master said at some unknown time, or maybe it was Cui Hao when he had a profound look on his face.

San Dong also did not know how he had remembered this sentence; perhaps it just suddenly came to mind while waiting.

Ever since the Sect Master had recovered from his injuries, he had started to become busy all over again.

The Sect Master, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, had returned, met with him, gave him spirit stones and a specially prepared gift, and then left in a hurry.

San Dong did not know what the Sect Master was busy with. He had also asked Yanyun when she came over in her free time.

Yanyun answered seriously, but San Dong felt completely confused listening to it.

To sum it up, San Dong only understood that the Sect Master was busy with something as big as the heavens.

San Dong did not know how big the heavens were. After all, he had only ever seen Wanhua Ridge and the Tianyan Sect's not-so-large Loving Family Peak.

San Dong had never been out to see the outside world.

When he was at Wanhua Ridge, he stayed within the sect there, and when he was at the Tianyan Sect, he only stayed on Loving Family Peak.

San Dong understood that he was just a little flower spirit, so in his eyes, the vastness of heaven and earth was limited only to the places he could see.

He did not understand Dongsheng Shenzhou, nor did he understand Xiniu Hezhou.

In the beginning, the little flower spirit only hoped that when the moonlight descended, no one would disturb him, allowing him to cultivate using the moon's essence.

He hoped that Wanhua Ridge would never change, and hoped that beautiful butterflies would flutter their wings and fly past him.

He liked the bright sun and hated the crackling heavy rain under dark clouds.

The little flower spirit was not greedy, nor did he yearn for the outside world.

Without anyone to talk to, even passing dragonflies could hear the flower spirit's complaints.

Occasionally, unforgettable grievances could also be confided to the equally lonely moon.

Later, he met Eldest Senior Sister and the Sect Master, and the little Wanhua Ridge gained a sect.

He could listen to Cui Hao tell stories, drink the tea brewed by Baiqing, and even drag Second Senior Brother along for adventures in Wanhua Ridge.

He could follow by the Sect Master's side and see all sorts of people.

Everyone respected the little flower spirit very much.

When bored, he could always find someone to chat with, even Qinghe, who would occasionally play pranks on him.

The little flower spirit felt that the best days were just like this.

Having people he cared about by his side, and then living peaceful and calm days together with those he cared about.

It was very lucky to meet Eldest Senior Sister, very lucky to meet the Sect Master, and very lucky to meet everyone.

The little flower spirit was also very lucky to live a lucky life.

San Dong stood on the tea table, a smile on his face as he waved his small hand at Chu Xingchen, who was walking outside.

But perhaps the more one has, the greedier one becomes.

San Dong watched the gradually receding figures of Chu Xingchen and Xie Lingyu.

When Chu Xingchen was resting from his injuries, everyone in the sect would be there. Although no one was exactly free, San Dong could always see them.

Then, once the Sect Master's injuries healed, everyone started getting busy with their own things again.

Left in the sect were two outer sect disciples and one outer sect elder.

The two outer sect disciples sometimes had to go to other peaks to get better cultivation, while the outer sect elder was preparing to break through his realm.

On the huge Loving Family Peak, at times when there were the fewest people, only San Dong was left alone.

The little flower spirit had experienced companionship, so when he was lonely, he would always feel nostalgic.

However, San Dong would not voice these feelings of longing.

Because San Dong knew that if Eldest Senior Sister said she missed him, then San Dong would definitely run to her at top speed.

Similarly, if he missed Eldest Senior Sister, she might put down her important matters and return.

The little flower spirit understood that his tiny self was not as important as those grand matters.

San Dong did not want to become a greedy flower spirit.

Just like when he was merely a flower, when yearning for rain, all he could do was wait.

Wait for the drizzle to fall, wait for the heavy rain to pour.

San Dong took a breath and cast his gaze around. In his mind's eye, he saw the Sect Master sitting on the rocking chair, Chen Baiqing brewing tea at the table, and Cui Hao waiting to drink tea by the side.

The majestic Eldest Senior Sister, hands on her hips, calling their master lazy; the Sect Master pulling Second Senior Brother and saying—I command you to defeat Eldest Senior Sister.

Lin Luoyu would use the book she was holding to smack Cui Hao on the head, telling him to stop talking nonsense.

The little flower spirit understood that he was just a little flower spirit.

He couldn't help everyone with too many things.

Therefore, if everyone was away, San Dong would definitely watch over this land well.

So that when everyone returned, it would still be the same as it was in the beginning.

After all, the little flower spirit was a grand sect protector.

San Dong was not greedy.

He would be like a flower, like a tree, burying the seeds of longing deep in his heart.

Waiting for the day everyone returned to bloom into a sea of flowers, to grow into towering trees.

Turning all his longing into the warmest welcome.

After all, San Dong was a little flower spirit.

San Dong took a deep breath and buried another seed in his heart.

Loving Family Peak was actually not considered small. When San Dong had nothing to do, he would go strolling around the mountain.

There were actually some spirit beasts in the mountain as well.

It was just that those spirit beasts never hurt anyone. A fierce-looking white tiger San Dong occasionally met would, before the terror on San Dong's face even dissipated, take the initiative to roll over onto its back and expose its belly in front of San Dong.

All the spiritual creatures on Loving Family Peak were incredibly nice.

Although San Dong was somewhat reluctant to part with Wanhua Ridge, he also felt that this place was actually quite nice too.

The Sect Master probably had no time today.

Then he would just go stroll around the mountain again.

The Sect Master was doing something as big as the heavens, and he might just get injured.

San Dong had asked Yanyun for a book on medicinal herbs. He could already remember all the contents clearly and could distinguish them.

It would naturally be best if the Sect Master didn't get hurt, but if he did, San Dong also needed to make the necessary preparations.

Some blood-restoring herbs could be given to the Sect Master to chew on when he was free.

As a sect protector, San Dong couldn't just take his salary for nothing. He definitely had to learn to find things to do to make the sect better.

Just as San Dong was preparing to take out the spatial ring for storing medicinal herbs, a tyrannical spiritual power rushed over from the distance. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into Qinghe standing in front of the table.

"Hm? Why is it just you?" Qinghe looked around and said in a strange tone, "Didn't they say Chu Xingchen and Lingyu came back? Where are they?"

San Dong answered truthfully, "They just came and then left."

"Where did they go?"

"San Dong didn't ask."

Qinghe was momentarily speechless, then looked at San Dong and said:

"Didn't you say you missed them very much? Why didn't you ask what they were going to do when they came?"

San Dong thought for a moment, and finally raised his head and answered:

"Because it is enough for San Dong to miss them; they don't have to miss San Dong."

Hearing this, Qinghe furrowed her brows. But looking at San Dong's sincere face, she let out a helpless sigh and then said:

"Then what are you planning to do? Do you want me to take you to find your Sect Master?"

"No need. Even someone as lazy as the Sect Leader is running around, so he must be incredibly busy. I can't go making trouble for him," San Dong waved his hand, then continued, "I plan to take a stroll around the mountain and do a little inspection."

Qinghe looked a bit uncomfortable. After pondering for a moment, she finally said in a helpless tone,

"Alright, alright..."

"Do you want to come along, Qinghe? It's quite fun."

Qinghe's expression showed a hint of struggle before she replied helplessly,

"Whatever, since I'm already here."