"Huh? So he's a sorcerer! Get him, everyone! Don't let him escape! He's trying to abduct that grandfather and granddaughter!"
The brown-robed God Disciple in charge dared not step forward himself, but he was quick-witted enough to immediately incite the believers worshipping the deities. With an order from a Divine Envoy, how could the people dare hesitate? Men and women, young and old alike, shouted as they rushed at Mu Bai.
How could Mu Bai strike these unarmed mortals? Yet if he simply stood there like a fool, the ocean of people would beat his face into a pig's head. Sweeping the little girl under his arm, he sprinted out of the encirclement. Who could stop the formidable strength of his fleshly body? Even so, he fled in utter disgrace. If word got out, his fellow cultivators would laugh their teeth out.
"Slow down, child..."
He raced all the way back to the village. By the time they reached the old man's thatched hut, night had fallen. There was nothing much wrong with the old man's health, but Mu Bai's wild dash had frightened him so badly that he still had not caught his breath.
"You're such a stubborn child." Jing'er's grandfather sighed, his expression dimming. "Jing'er, there's still a little rice at home. Make your Brother Mu a bowl of porridge."
"Mm, Grandpa should have a bowl too."
Jing'er picked up a cloth sack from the corner, and two black rats shot out with a whoosh. The little girl burst into loud sobs.
"Don't be afraid. They won't dare bite you."
Mu Bai hurried to comfort Jing'er, but the little girl kept crying. It turned out that the rats had eaten an egg in the sack until only the shell remained, and there were barely a few grains of