Little Xiaoxiao crossed his legs, his round, monkey-like eyes staring at the moon above, "Back in my day, I was quite the celebrity between heaven and earth, but now this fame has to be shared with a little child."
The longer they stayed by Mianmian's side, the more those things they had forgotten due to reincarnation slowly returned to their minds, and their abilities gradually recovered to their original state.
All of them had achieved sainthood or enlightenment, which meant they had some connection with the operation of heaven and earth, and could naturally sense some differences.
"Don't feel guilty, if we could be found by Mianmian, then there must be a role for us," Situ Zha said, taking a bite of ice cream, the maturity of an adult in the eyes of the small five-year-old child, "Otherwise, why would it not be someone else who was found?"
It wasn't only them who had gone through reincarnation; other deities had as well.
