Wang Mu's eyelid twitched as he heard this. He cleared his throat and said, "Right, have Little Xi come over."
"Why?"
"I will temporarily pass the Resting Soil to her, so she can fetch it for me," Wang Mu said. "That way, you and I don't have to make contact."
Ao Qing was silent for a moment, then nodded and closed her eyes, seeming to communicate telepathically.
Moments later, Little Jiao Huo swam in from outside.
"Wang Mu!"
Little Jiao Huo's mouth was stuffed full. She was dressed in a sea-blue dress, her hair styled in buns, a clear indication of Ao Qing's handiwork. Normally, how could this little one be so beautifully groomed?
"Why have you come as well?"
Little Jiao Huo swam to Wang Mu's side and seemed to think of something. "You're not planning to marry Ao Qing, are you? That's not allowed!"
Little Jiao Huo whispered, "The Great Immortal will get angry!"
