The Walking Leg Pendant
Huang Xikong moved like the wind, making it impossible to track his whereabouts.
Wanwan stood in place, raising her little hand. Xia Zhihuai leaned down and high-fived her, smiling as he said, “I told you this plan would work.”
Wanwan immediately beamed, giving a thumbs-up and generously praising, “Brother, you’re brilliant!”
The clever little one knew how to timely praise adults.
Her brother had already been worn down by life, so she should show a little kindness.
After explaining the plan to a few other Taoist priests on the other side, Piao Yuzhou approached with a bald monk and a Taoist in his forties.
“Young friend, this is Master Xuantong from the Xiling Temple, and this is Zhan Fengcheng, the president of the City S Taoist Association.”