"Masta, if I haven't guessed incorrectly!" The sapling supported its chin with a branch, putting on a pose of contemplation. "This isn't some ordinary dirt clump at all! I suspect that, it's, sacred earth!"
Upon comprehending this declaration, Qiao Mu's small jaw was about to drop.
Mo Lian, too, was equally shocked. When he turned to look at the sapling's contemplating look, he happened to meet the sapling's two small black beady eyes, which were embedded in its trunk.
"Sacred earth?" Qiao Mu beckoned towards the water child that was sprawling on the side.
After giving a jubilant shout, the water child swiftly hopped onto Qiao Mu's palm and spiritedly wriggled its small chubby body.
