The leader of the caravan swept his gaze across the crowd but didn't find the "master" he was looking for, his brow furrowed.
After a brief moment, his expression suddenly changed, awakening to a realization:
"I understand now!"
The crowd stared at him, somewhat puzzled.
"It must be the Ink Immortal Child!" the caravan leader said with reverent conviction, "Big Black Mountain is the domain of the Ink Immortal Child, it must be him who is protecting us!"
Mo Hua: "..."
A burly man frowned and said, "Boss, are you deluded? What's this got to do with the Ink Immortal Child...what does it matter to him? Is he that idle?"
The caravan leader rebuked coldly, "Do not be disrespectful to the Immortal Child!"
The burly man dared not retort.
