Faced with a scene where help was sought after no more than five sentences were exchanged,
the little Taoist felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He looked at Mr. Bai in front of him, who, despite being reminded not to stand on ceremony, still addressed him with the respectful "you".
He could only helplessly sigh in his heart, then he spoke.
"Uncle, just say what you need to say. Little White and I are not strangers; we will definitely help if we can,"
The burly man saw the person the temple master referred to in the prophecy emphasizing his deep connection with his own daughter, and a trace of doubt arose in his tiger-like eyes.
However, this sliver of doubt did not last even a moment before it was scattered by a loud and casual voice.
"Yeah, Dad, the temple master and I, who are we to each other, right? You don't need to be so formal!"
