"Wah... you can't go, really, Grandmaster, you can't go wah!"
With a head full of black lines, Tang Luo looked down at Lu Xiaotong, who clung to his leg, refusing to let go, and then at the snot and tears about to drip onto his new shirt. Subconsciously, he kicked out, flinging the child away.
By the time he realized he needed something from the boy, Lu Xiaotong was already plastered in a spread-eagle position against the wooden wall, not only knocking over the medicine cabinet but also shaking the entire medicinal hut.
Fortunately, the little Daoist, who was at the peak of the Mortal Realm and on the verge of breaking through, had a well-hardened body. After sliding down the wall, he rushed back over as if nothing had happened.
Having learned from the last encounter, Tang Luo wouldn't let him have his way. He cast forth Mysterious Snake as a path, directly thwarting the little Daoist's approach.
