When Li Qiye opened the Yellow Mud Box, it was completely empty—there was nothing inside. The moment he saw this, his expression changed.
"Are you looking for this?" Just then, a lazy voice suddenly piped up from the side.
A person had suddenly appeared beside them, startling Chi Xiaodie. She had no idea when the old Daoist, who had been lying inside the temple, had come to sit right next to them.
The old Daoist's aged eyes were still hazy, as if he hadn't fully woken up. They remained half-closed as he sat there, cradling a mud cannon in his arms. The Mud Cannon wasn't large, but it seemed exceptionally heavy in his grasp.
Li Qiye leaped out of the mud pit. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the old Daoist, his gaze then shifting to the Mud Cannon cradled in the man's arms.
"Sneaking into my temple to steal things… that's not very nice," the old Daoist said, still in that lazy tone, as he hugged the Mud Cannon.
