Green-robed Xiao Hua emerged from the Nascent Soul's body, waving his hands repeatedly as he shouted, "This is awful, awful! It's like wearing a pair of shoes that are too small, or putting on a Taoist robe so tight it chokes you—I can't even move!"
"If the shoes are too small, enlarge them. If the Taoist robe is too small, alter it!" Jade Slip Xiao Hua said earnestly. "We're poor, so make do with it!"
"How am I supposed to make do?" Green-robed Xiao Hua rolled his eyes at Jade Slip Xiao Hua and pointed at the two Nascent Souls. "These useless things can't even be nourished by the Five Qi True Thunder. If we cultivate them slowly, won't it take thousands, even tens of thousands of years?"
"Something is still better than nothing!" Jade Slip Xiao Hua naturally understood this as well, and continued, "Besides, if all of you fellow Daoists can adapt to these things, then whenever I encounter danger, wouldn't everyone be able to come out and help? It can't be like the battle with the Five Brocade Cloud Diagram last time, when everyone clearly could have acted, yet none of you could get out!"
"Fine, fine..." Green-robed Xiao Hua waved a hand. "Think of a way yourself, Fellow Daoist! I know you've been eyeing that bald old fool Guzhen's cultivation—just over two hundred years, yet already nearly at fifth-grade Yuan force. But don't forget, that is the cultivation path of the Buddhist Protectors. There's no future in it!"
"Hehe..." Jade Slip Xiao Hua gave a rare embarrassed laugh. "I was only thinking about it. Must you drag it out and make me lose face?"
"A gentleman is open and at ease!" Green-robed Xiao Hua's voice drifted away, and his figure vanished once more.
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