"Are you willing to be my own Magical Treasure?"
The Taoist Stele remained silent like a mountain, showing no interest in responding.
Mo Hua pouted, "Stingy, looking down on people..."
But upon reflection, it made sense.
The Taoist Stele, so mysterious and elusive, seemed to contain a certain divine aura that even an Evil God feared; it must have a significant origin.
With such a notable origin, even if offered to be one's own Magical Treasure, one would not dare to accept it.
One did not have such a grand Life Chart.
With this thought, Mo Hua felt much more at peace and apologized sincerely to the Taoist Stele:
"I'm sorry, I overstepped my bounds."
The Taoist Stele remained silent, but there was a slight, subtle vibration.
It seemed quite satisfied with Mo Hua's "self-awareness."
"The Taoist Stele is not an option either..."
Mo Hua sighed.
