Seeing that Mo Shanshan didn't look as if she were joking, Wang Yue put an arm around her slender waist and said with a smile, "Then let's stay. Besides, Nanzhao Kingdom regards you as the Mother of the Earth. The Dwarf Clan in particular is incredibly devoted to you. If you leave, what will become of them?"
Wang Yue wasn't joking. After the Dwarf Clan emerged, they joined forces to overthrow the old aristocratic families of Qinghe Commandery. Most of them then moved to the western part of the commandery, right next to Nanzhao. The mountains there belonged to no one.
When Mo Shanshan went there for a visit, she used magic to save a dying person. The Dwarf Clan depicted the scene and carved it into a stone wall.
Later, other followers of Nuwa from Shu Mountain copied the image. It had since become an essential decoration in Nuwa Temple.
Wang Yue had seen that stone carving in Nuwa Temple on Shu Mountain. It looked just like the legends of Nuwa mending the heavens and creating humans from clay. He couldn't help wondering if this was where those legends had come from.
Mo Shanshan didn't know any of that. When she saw that Wang Yue was willing to give up exploring the Greater World for her, she was deeply moved and couldn't help throwing her arms around him.
They spent a little time together, then remembered how impatient Little Yuan Yuan could be. They hurried out of Nuwa Temple to find their daughter.
But when they reached the front hall of their courtyard, before they'd even made it to their own quarters, they saw Li Manman waiting there with Jun Mo.
Looking at Jun Mo's battered state, Wang Yue asked in confusion, "How did you end up looking like