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Chapter 4625: 5.0377 Elder Aunt-Master

Witnessing this person fall from the cabin roof and roll straight towards her, the little stoic silently made way, letting the elder land with a thud directly on the wooden couch. After the muffled sound, everyone was somewhat speechless. Uh, this scene, for some reason, looks a bit comical?

Qiao Mu pushed herself off the couch, hopped down, and stared sternly at the person who was still rolling on the couch, unable to get up. From her vantage point, the elder appeared very short, dressed in a brand new, bright red robe, with a long ponytail trailing behind her head. Just by looking at her back and appearance, Qiao Mu immediately felt a bit disgusted.

What's going on? A Sacred-grade Divine Descent Talisman summoned an elder whose appearance is less than a thousandth as elegant and noble as Rotten Peach Blossom's... At least Rotten Peach Blossom's wood spirit techniques are world-renowned. This one, why does she look so unreliable?

The figure on the couch suddenly stirred, and a small hand tremblingly raised. A few people seemed to hear a fragmented sound from the elder's mouth, and instinctively took a few steps forward, wanting to hear what she was saying.

"Heav… Heaven, Heaven, Dao!!" A weak voice, tinged with gritted teeth, came from the couch. "Heavenly Dao! You old trickster, don't let me see you again." The elder suddenly sprang off the couch with a poof. Her eyes, like cold, starry moons, swept over everyone in the room. When her gaze landed on Qiao Mu, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if emitting thousands of starlight, twinkling with bright radiance.

"Little Treasure!" The elder lunged forward. However, due to her exceptionally short stature, she landed with a thump right into Qiao Mu's arms.

Lord Qiao Qiao was stunned, instinctively catching the figure, her eyes blinking. [What kind of great Buddha did I summon? She's so short; isn't this just a little kid?] [Wait, what did she just call me?]

"Kid, why are you so silly? Don't you recognize your Aunt-Master?" The child looked at her with a beaming smile, extending a small hand to solemnly pat her head.

Everyone: …

This bizarre scene forced them to think. A child of five or six years old, patting the Little Stoic's head, showing a "loving" gaze, and even calling her "kid." The scene was too beautiful; everyone felt a sense of not wanting to look directly at it.

The Little Stoic's eyes widened, revealing an expression of disbelief. [This can't be real, can it?] [Master and Aunt-Master are restricted by the Heavenly Dao; didn't they say they couldn't come over at all?]

Could it be that I summoned an elder who is keen on peeking into people's dreams and reading their minds? A freak from the Sacred Domain couldn't possibly be without some tricks. Looking at her childlike face and dark hair, her actual age shouldn't be too old. No wonder her temperament is so erratic, daring to impersonate her Aunt-Master!

Qiao Mu held the elder in her arms as if she were holding a hot potato, neither wanting to throw her nor able to hold onto her. After a long moment, the Little Stoic expressionlessly looked at her, picked up the figure with one hand, and vigorously rubbed the child's head with the other.

"Little imp, still trying to fool me! Stop acting, I won't fall for your trick," the Little Stoic mumbled, carrying the child and walking a few steps forward.

Qin Nitian, who was being carried back and forth, suddenly looked a bit awkward.

How the tables have turned!