"I brought you a 'gift'."
The deity statue was covered with a dust cloth, surrounded by a fog formation drawn by Mo Hua to conceal the aura and prevent any cause and effect from leaking.
Looking at the object before him, Lord Yellow Mountain was momentarily dumbfounded.
The dust cloth was wrapped tightly, leaving him clueless about what lay beneath.
But now, being closer, he gradually sensed a faint, elusive aura, akin to something familiar.
A thought that he never dared to dream of slowly surfaced in his mind.
A wave of unimaginable excitement and agitation surged from the heart, spreading throughout the body, making him tremble all over, with emotions boiling, scalp tingling, and head buzzing.
Lord Yellow Mountain was overwhelmed with disbelief.
"This..." his voice trembled.
Mo Hua whispered, "I found it resembles your 'family heirloom' and happened upon it, so I brought it back for you."
As he spoke, Mo Hua lifted a corner of the dust cloth.
