Miss Hao smiled sweetly. "Yes, Daoist Brother told your daughter so himself just now!"
"Immortal Elder!" Steward Hao practically ran to Xiao Hua at once and fell to his knees with a thump, seemingly heedless of his status as a steward. "I beg Immortal Elder to show mercy and save my daughter!"
"Get up." Xiao Hua stretched out a hand and pulled Steward Hao to his feet. "Since this poor Daoist has spoken, naturally his word counts. Go change your clothes first, and then we can speak properly in peace."
As he spoke, Xiao Hua looked at the sky. "Or perhaps we should leave it for today. You can all come tomorrow... Oh, no, the day after tomorrow. Come to Jiangchao Temple, and this poor Daoist will examine Miss Hao."
"Immortal Elder, do not leave!" Hearing that Xiao Hua meant to depart, Steward Hao hurriedly grabbed his sleeve and pleaded anxiously, "This humble one will go change clothes right away. Please wait a moment, Immortal Elder! My poor daughter has been confined to that chair for so many years. Neither she nor I can wait even another moment!"
"So be it." Xiao Hua did not care to put off today's matter until tomorrow either. He nodded. "This poor Daoist will wait here. Go change your clothes."
"Yes!" Steward Hao hurriedly turned to Miss Hao. "Daughter, keep Immortal Elder company. Father will be right back!"
"All right, Father!" Miss Hao naturally did not want to wait until the day after tomorrow either. As the saying went, good things were often hard-won; she had truly had enough of waiting.
"And..." Xiao Hua reached into his robe and took out a pill the size of a thumb, handing it to Steward Hao. "Dissolve this pill in water. Give each monk a sip, and