[Boohoo, my poor Grandmaster! Even after transmigrating here, you couldn't escape your fate of dying together with the Demon God.]
Xia Wanwan sniffled, forcing out a single tear.
Yuanbao asked her, "Little one, are we still going up the mountain?"
Xia Wanwan waved a hand. "No need. Grandmaster must be dead. Let's go home. Mother said she'd roast pig's trotters for me when I got back. They're so yummy!"
She had some filial devotion, but not much.
Back then, that old man's ashes had exploded and sent her here without consulting her, either.
Sigh, his soul's already scattered. What's the use of being sad?
Better go home and eat pig's trotters!
"Little Princess, there's a child here!" Jing Wu suddenly shouted, startled by the stark-naked little boy.
On a mountain where deities enjoyed the protection of incense offerings, a child had actually met a gruesome end and been left exposed in the wilderness. How tragic.
Yuanbao took a quick look and immediately covered Xia Wanwan's eyes.
Yuanbao shot Jing Wu a displeased glare. "She's still little. You're far too indecent."
Jing Wu quickly lowered his head. "My mistake."
"Go check on him. If he's dead, we'll report it to the authorities when we get back," Yuanbao instructed.
Jing Wu hurriedly took off his outer robe, stepped over to cover the boy's body, then reached out to check his breathing.
"Yuanbao, he's still breathing!" Jing Wu shouted excitedly.
Only then did Yuanbao uncover the little one's eyes and carry her over.
The boy looked no more than six years old. His skin was snow-white, his long lashes resting against a lustrous little round face, his features beautiful and delicate.
With looks like those, he certainly wasn't a child from an ordinary family.
But his breathing was faint. Whatever injuries he had