No, now he doesn't even have a brain, let alone any brain cells. Well, it is what it is, take it one step at a time.
Bang!
The stone hit the ground, its shell shattered, fragmented completely, but as the shell fell off, the originally dull stone instantly regained its rightful dung-yellow hue.
One step, two steps, one step, two steps... Half a day had passed, and the dung-yellow stone had finally rolled to the front door of the hunter's house after much twisting and turning.
Though the conversation was brief, time passed quite slowly, Feng Yi waited for a full two hours, and as the midday sun rose high, the door finally creaked open with a sound, and a man stepped up heavily with a thudding foot.
The man felt something obstruct him, instinctively retracted his leg, looked down again, and realized it was a stone his son had picked up at some point to block the door.
The hunter casually kicked the stone aside and started his afternoon work.
