Li Shuqi looked up, his eyes brimming with hope. "Little Bodhisattva!"
Yes, it was the Little Bodhisattva who had saved him!
He hugged the little pink hammer in his arms even tighter!
At the sight, Master Yuantong went completely numb. "Princess Ximing! Let go at once! This old monk knows you have some spiritual power, but..."
Bang!
An explosion rang out.
Master Yuantong's breath stopped.
What... had he just seen?
The two-year-old Princess Ximing had actually crushed the Abandoned Infant Pagoda's great evil spirit with one hand?
Could she be... the one from Jing'an Marquis Manor...
The reincarnated deity he had prophesied?
No wonder he could not see the karmic threads surrounding Xia Wanwan.
No wonder heavenly secrets shrouded her karma so thoroughly.
So she was the reincarnated deity of his prophecy.
That explained everything-the time she opened the Glazed Glass Lamp and fainted from overusing her spiritual power, and everything he had witnessed today!
That damned Xie family had given his Sharira to the wrong person!
Xia Wanwan crushed the evil spirit, dusted off her little hands, and muttered, "Too many of them are hard to fight..."
"Much easier to kill when they merge into one!"
That had been the combined power of every evil spirit!
Master Yuantong had just decided that, if his master and martial uncles still failed to arrive...
He would sacrifice himself and perish together with this horde of evil spirits.
Yet this little toddler said they were easier to kill gathered together!
Uh...
As expected of a reincarnated deity!
Seeing this, Attendant Li hurried over, slid onto his knees before Xia Wanwan, and kowtowed. "Thank you for saving my son, Princess Ximing!"
Princess Ximing had saved his entire family again!
The Great Xia Dynasty had such a wonderful princess-he could weep himself to death!