"Huh? This old lady is really generous and selfless!"
Wang Wu was utterly shocked, but upon reflection, it seemed normal. Who could have guessed that the resurrected Master Mu was a fake?
The next second, Wang Wu made muffled sounds as he arduously and strenuously climbed out of the large pit, and then, in a shake, transformed into a teenage boy with rosy lips and white teeth and a delicate face.
He did want to become an old man, but it didn't seem appropriate, even though there wasn't any particular reason, so he turned into such a youth.
While he was completing his transformation, the old woman watched without blinking, holding a peculiar jade talisman in her curved palm. Then, she carefully picked up the jade talisman and scrutinized it for a good while, finally letting out a long sigh of relief.
"Master Mu, do you still remember me? I'm Niuniu, the little Niuniu who loved following you catching butterflies eight hundred years ago?"
