"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to rip off your roof!"
A rosy-cheeked girl in a purple Daoist robe was seen looking rather distraught yet apologetic as she continuously bowed to an unkempt middle-aged man standing before her.
This middle-aged man was none other than Wang Ba.
Looking at this girl who, despite having an ordinary appearance, was vibrant and lively, Wang Ba couldn't help but sigh at the innocence he saw in her eyes.
She was clearly a disciple of some sect!
Trouble!
Wang Ba managed to squeeze out a smile.
"It's fine, it's all fine. I was thinking of rebuilding the roof anyway, don't worry about it."
"Rea-really?"
The girl in the purple robe seemed somewhat doubtful.
"Why yes, more real than reality itself!"
Wang Ba confirmed earnestly.
Whether it was innocence or stupidity, the girl in the purple robe didn't seem to catch the implied meaning in Wang Ba's words. Her face lit up with relief, saying:
"That's good to hear!"