"So, you're here to be my master?" The boy looked at the girl before him, who still could not stop crying, utterly exasperated.
"Hic... boohoo... y-yes..." Hu Tutu hiccupped uncontrollably from crying and answered between sniffles.
"What could someone like you teach me?" The boy looked at the girl doubtfully. A few bluffs from him had made her reveal her true colors. Could he really expect her to teach him anything?
"N-no... I'm here... to be... your master!" the girl insisted stubbornly as she wiped her tears.
Although the girl's attitude was firm, she looked like a bullied little rabbit, which really did nothing to make her convincing.
The boy held his forehead, unsure how to describe what he was feeling right then.
Looking after a bunch of little brats was one thing, but one glance at this girl told him her brain did not work too well. Was he supposed to take a master only to have to look after her too?
Was he simply born to worry about everyone?
Was there any justice left? Any law left?
Wasn't this just bullying an honest person?
Just as the boy and the girl reached an impasse, Mu Yunhai walked in, humming a tune and carrying bags of all sizes.
Whether they were ordinary women in the Mortal World or female cultivators in the Cultivation World, none could resist the temptation of shopping.
After a shopping spree in Maple City, Mu Yunhai was in an excellent mood. But when she saw the scene before her, she blinked, turned, and headed for her room.
"Hey, Little Auntie, don't pretend you can't see us! Isn't this your adopted daughter?" the boy called out, stopping Mu Yunhai as she turned toward her room.
As though she had only just noticed Hu Tutu sitting on