"Would you be willing to become my own Magical Treasure?"
The Taoist Stele sat there like a mountain, not bothering to respond.
Mo Hua curled his lip, "Stingy bastard, looking down on me..."
But come to think of it, it made sense.
The Taoist Stele was so mysterious, so elusive and profound; it seemed to contain some kind of Divine resonance of the Great Dao, even the Evil God feared it. It must have an impressive background.
With that kind of background, even if it volunteered to be my own Magical Treasure, I wouldn't dare accept it.
I don't have the kind of Life Chart that could handle it.
Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt much more at peace, and offered an apology to the Taoist Stele:
"Sorry, I overstepped."
The Taoist Stele was still silent, though it gave a faint tremor.
It seemed rather pleased with Mo Hua's self-awareness.
"So even the Taoist Stele won't do..."
Mo Hua heaved a sigh.
