Hm?
A little girl?
Jiang Mo instinctively lowered his head for a look.
Sure enough.
Behind him, little Ya was staring at him with her big eyes, which seemed to hold a trace of reproach.
"You finally noticed me," little Ya said flatly.
Jiang Mo ignored that and simply asked, "Wait, why are you out here? Where's Xin'er?"
"She went to sleep," little Ya said. "After spending so long outside, she naturally needs to go back and sleep a while before she has the energy to play with you."
Jiang Mo: "..."
How had he never known that switching between Xin'er and little Ya required rest?
"This isn't the time to worry about that, is it, Uncle Jiang Mo?" Little Ya pointed at the alley ahead, its darkness seemingly bottomless. "There's a horrible smell in there. I'm not strong enough to deal with them right now, so I'll leave them to you, Uncle Jiang Mo."
As she finished speaking, a green vine sprouted beneath little Ya's feet and lifted her up, only stopping once she was a hundred meters in the air. "Good luck, Uncle Jiang Mo!"
Little Ya knelt on the vine, glanced down, and gave Jiang Mo an encouraging gesture. Then she sat down on it without another word.
"..."
Jiang Mo looked up at her, feeling rather helpless.
Little Ya was good in every other respect, but she was a little too self-centered. Whenever something happened, her first thought was always of herself.
In that respect, she and Xin'er were worlds apart.
Still, little Ya truly wasn't strong enough, so Jiang Mo had nothing to say about it. He released Soul Power in every direction around him, and a staff a full eighteen meters long appeared in his hand. It was quite distinctive, with roaming dragon patterns