Perhaps sensing the confusion in Huo Sining's gaze, the Taoist lowered his head and gazed at her for a few moments before suddenly breaking into a smile, his eyes and brows filled with goodwill:
"Don't be afraid, Master is so fond of me. He won't blame me. I'll take you down the mountain immediately. We absolutely can't let that bald monk succeed!"
Huo Sining was still somewhat puzzled but then saw the small child reach into a large water jar, directly embracing her whole form within his loose Taoist robe, and with his stubby lotus-like arms and little legs, huffed and puffed, he exited the Taoist Temple Gate and ran straight down the mountain.
Bouncing all the way, Huo Sining felt herself rapidly losing moisture, and her whole being was somewhat suffocating, forcing her to struggle.
The little Taoist seemed to sense her struggle and panic, hurriedly soothing her: "Don't worry, we're almost there!"
