"Master, please speak!"
Xiao Mu was curious about what else Qing Yan wanted to ask for his help.
A hint of embarrassment actually appeared on Qing Yan's face. "Young friend, actually, the old monk would like to ask you to help me buy a cellphone. The money can be considered as a loan from you to me. When I have the chance, I will definitely pay you back. Would that be possible?"
Buy a cellphone?
Even after racking his brains, Xiao Mu had never guessed that the help Qing Yan needed was such a small favor.
But thinking about it, it was easy to understand. The old monk lived alone in the deep mountains, suppressing Curse ghosts, and was unable to leave the mountain. So much so, that even when he had to communicate with the Human Emperor, he had to ask Xiao Mu to send a message for him.
