The stoic little one swiftly grasped her Hubby's hand and followed closely.
As expected, a pitch-black pit yawned beneath the ice tree, its steep passageway descending into an unknown realm.
"I'll go down and investigate," Mo Lian stated as she squeezed her hand.
Qiao Mu vigorously shook her petite head. "Let's go together."
The young monk hastily grabbed her hand. "Benefactress, I'll accompany you."
"Why are you insisting on coming, little monk? Stay here. You're so young, and reciting the Rebirth Mantra with so many people isn't suitable. We need to find a monastery for you…"
Before Qiao Mu could complete her sentence, the young monk firmly shook his petite head. "I sense something amiss down here."
"The aura is incredibly malevolent."
Qiao Mu couldn't help but chuckle. This little monk was both amusing and endearing.
