"It doesn't have to be so troublesome!" Mu Lingzhu reached out with her right hand and lightly tapped the little boy between the brows. "All right... Hm?"
A surprised expression appeared on Mu Lingzhu's face.
She had indeed discovered the little boy's problem and had assumed it would be easy to resolve. After all, he was only a minor cultivator who had not even reached the Heavenly Realm. How serious could his problem possibly be?
Yet when she moved to solve it, she discovered that the problem within the little boy was far from simple.
But that was not what truly surprised her. What truly astonished her was that she had sensed a familiar aura within the little boy's body.
Across the entire Heaven Realm, among countless living beings, there were very few who felt familiar to her. And among those who felt familiar, the only ones whose problems she could not casually resolve were the other eight Dao Masters!
So... this little boy—no, this Fat Taoist—was connected to one of the Dao Masters?
Mu Lingzhu pondered carefully, yet she still could not determine which Dao Master the Fat Taoist was related to.
"Dao Master?"
The little boy looked eagerly at Mu Lingzhu.
Mu Lingzhu said, "You should use this Buddha Lamp instead."
As she spoke, Mu Lingzhu handed the Buddha Lamp to the little boy.
Since this concerned a Dao Master, she could not act carelessly.
Although the nine Dao Masters were familiar with one another and appeared to have excellent relations in the eyes of other cultivators, only the nine Dao Masters themselves understood the true nature of their relationship.
Before she understood that Dao Master's intentions, she could not make a move. Nor could she guarantee that the Fat Taoist would emerge unharmed if she tried to