"Master, did you make the Mountain God Granny angry again?"
When Li Boyang returned to the Mountain God Temple, Xiluo was already nowhere to be found.
Just as Li Boyang had expected.
In fact, Xiluo was merely using the excuse to act; she never intended to hand over Kunwu from the start.
Even if this behavior seemed willful, this was the true Xiluo.
Don't talk to Xiluo about the bigger picture; her world is so small that it can only accommodate a few familiar people and gods.
"That 'again' was a bit redundant."
Glancing sideways at Silver Horn, who was watching the commotion with relish, Li Boyang deftly flicked her on the forehead.
"Ah!"
Feigning pain, she covered her forehead.
But the smile at the corner of Silver Horn's mouth betrayed her true feelings.
Although she hadn't been around for long, Silver Horn had already grown accustomed to life in Yunmeng Marsh.
In Silver Horn's eyes, Li Boyang, her "Master" in name, was no different from her father.
