Another half hour later, Xiaobao was energetic, but Zhang Ling was panting heavily with exhaustion.
"You said you'd help me later, don't wear yourself out. I'll carry you!" Xiaobao suggested while swallowing a gulp of saliva.
"That won't do, we need sincerity!" Zhang Ling refused with a serious expression.
Hearing this, Xiaobao felt reassured, thinking his wife truly meant what she said. Sigh, in this wilderness, with this company...
The more he thought about it, the more energized Xiaobao seemed to become. He felt that even if he had to run this path back and forth ten times, he wouldn't be out of breath.
But after another ten minutes, when Xiaobao saw the end of the stone steps, he suddenly felt a wave of sorrow!
It turned out to be a Daoist temple, Poyun Temple!
Looking at Zhang Ling, who was gasping for air but whose eyes were full of devotion, Xiaobao smiled bitterly. This girl was taking him up the mountain to play and help him, but what for?
