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.”