Xiao Hua found it both laughable and exasperating. Helpless, he looked at Yuan Ya's expectant eyes, flicked his sleeve, took out two Wutuodan, and tossed them to Yuan Ya. "Take these after you are injured. They are of little use for ordinary cultivation!"
"Yes, Master!" Yuan Ya accepted the Wutuodan, scratching his head as he tried to return one of them to Xiao Hua. "These spirit pills are so effective. Master, you should keep one for yourself too! One is enough for me!"
"Hehe." Xiao Hua waved his hand and did not take it. "Keep them yourself. If you want to give one away, that is up to you!"
"Yes, Master!" Hearing this, Yuan Ya carefully tucked both Wutuodan into his robes. Yet just after putting them away, he suddenly took them out again, picked one up, and respectfully handed it to Xiao Jian. "Master, you should take one too! Those bald donkeys from Little Gold Temple keep beating you until you are injured. You can use this!"
Xiao Hua had naturally intended for Yuan Ya to give one Wutuodan to Xiao Jian, but who could have known Yuan Ya would not understand? Xiao Jian, standing nearby, had truly begun to grow anxious. When he saw Yuan Ya finally come to his senses, a smile appeared on his face. Yet before he could speak, Yuan Ya blurted out those words, and Xiao Jian's face immediately turned ashen.
"Hmph!" Xiao Jian took the Wutuodan irritably and carefully put it away. Looking at Xiao Hua, he forced a smile. "Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Xiao!"
"No need. Yuan Ya gave it to you, not this Xiao." Xiao Hua waved his hand, glanced at the sky, and said, "You all... should go rest. Perhaps even more people will come to Jiangchao Temple tomorrow!"
"Hehe,