The woman in the bamboo hat lightly tapped with her fingertip.
Qing'er's little head immediately poked out from the gourd's mouth. Her dainty, adorable face looked pitiful. "Master, I don't want to leave you."
As she spoke, tears fell in plops like tiny pearls.
"Be good."
For once, the bamboo-hatted woman's tone carried a trace of gentleness.
Qing'er pursed her lips, drew a deep breath, and revealed a brilliant smile. "Qing'er will be good!"
Though she was smiling, tears still streamed down her face.
Even Su Yi could not help wanting to wipe the little girl's tears away. She looked far too pitiable.
The woman in the bamboo hat merely raised a finger and gently pressed Qing'er's little head back into the gourd.
Then, she handed the gourd to Su Yi. "Normally, just hang it at your waist. No one will be able to discern the gourd's aura or origins."
Su Yi accepted it and could not resist peering into its mouth, only to see a patch of dazzling, multicolored Chaos Mist.
It was as though this palm-sized gourd contained a dreamlike and magnificent pure land of chaos.
The Ancestor Spirit Root.
Even at the River of Destiny Origin, it was exceedingly rare. According to the bamboo-hatted woman's earlier speculation, such a treasure had likely already vanished from the world.
After chatting a while longer, Su Yi prepared to take his leave.
"May I know your name, Fellow Daoist?"
Before departing, Su Yi ultimately could not hold himself back and asked.
From beginning to end, he still had not figured out the origins of this mysterious ferryman, whom Prisoner considered incomparably dangerous.
If he did not even know her name, that would be far too improper.
After a brief silence, the bamboo-hatted woman said, "It is not that I deliberately