Zhi'er said drowsily: "My mother is very powerful, she can move mountains, she's super strong."
Moving mountains...
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows in thought.
Indeed, I've heard of some Taoists or cultivators in the Mortal World who possess the ability to move mountains and shift ridges.
However, most of them summon Demon Spirits for their own use.
Could it be that Zhi'er's mother is one of them?
If that's the case, it wouldn't be hard to imagine why this little rascal carries the scent of good fortune everywhere.
Perhaps her mother performed some rituals of protection for her.
In just a moment, Zhi'er seemed to have fallen asleep.
Her small body swayed constantly, almost touching Feng Fuce again.
But then the little one woke up.
She was about to sit upright, but Feng Fuce directly reached out, clasping her slender neck, and then pulled her down.
The little girl lay on Feng Fuce's lap.
