"Master..." Yuan Ya raised his head and shouted again, as though he wanted to say something.
Xiao Hua understood those two words, and his heart soured again. It had been a long time since he had heard the words "Master." He could not help thinking of Helplessness—thinking of everything Helplessness had done for him!
Although Helplessness was now a soul body, and as the second soul in the Yin aspect of space, his prospects were second only to Xue Xue's, still... still, he was no longer a living, breathing person!
Yet that old man seemed much like Helplessness. He paid no attention to Yuan Ya at all, showing no intention of responding to him—not even a single word. Yuan Ya seemed accustomed to it as well. After calling out once without receiving any response, he swung up his great hammer again and chiseled Xiao Hua out of the earth-yellow crystal, hammer blow after hammer blow! It had to be said that Yuan Ya's skill was excellent, not inferior even to a butcher carving an ox along its natural seams. That earth-yellow crystal was extraordinarily solid. To chisel Xiao Hua out of it, Yuan Ya must have struck it more than a hundred times. Aside from the first blow, when Yuan Ya did not know Xiao Hua was inside and smashed fiercely at the center, every one of the following hundred strikes was handled with care, never touching Xiao Hua's skin in the slightest! He had even thoughtfully left some crystal unchiseled around Xiao Hua's waist and other places. Once Xiao Hua's legs could move, Yuan Ya handed him a set of worn Daoist robes, then turned and left.
The Daoist robes were quite worn, but they had been washed clean and carried no unpleasant odor. Xiao Hua glanced at them,