Lord Yellow Mountain's expression changed, but only for a moment before he returned to normal, smiling awkwardly at Mo Hua:
"This minor god is down on luck now and naturally has to hide from everything."
"Afraid of passing cultivators tearing down my clay sculpture; afraid of wolves and insects in the mountains stealing my offerings; afraid of unknown ghosts and evil spirits staining my temple and occupying my Taoist field..."
"This temple is built deep in the mountains; being a bit broken is fine, but if it's too exquisite and luxurious, it'll definitely be coveted by others."
Lord Yellow Mountain looked bitter as he spoke.
Mo Hua silently watched Lord Yellow Mountain, saying nothing.
With a glance, he could tell that Lord Yellow Mountain was lying.
However, Mo Hua did not blame him.
Whether one is a person or a god, who doesn't have hidden difficulties?
The secrets on my own body are far more numerous than Lord Yellow Mountain's.
