Mo Hua looked at the little child even smaller than himself, sighed, and then felt somewhat angry. Such a young cultivator being trafficked... Boss Jiang and his gang really deserved to die. He should have fed them a few more Fireball Techniques... The eatery was in ruins, charred marks everywhere. The child looked around and grew more frightened, his little face deathly pale, tears glistening in his eyes, but he still tried his best not to cry. Mo Hua asked softly, "Are you alright..." The child sneaked a glance at Mo Hua and slowly nodded. Mo Hua asked, "What’s your name?" The child was about to speak but opened his mouth, seemed to remember something, then shook his head and didn’t say it. Mo Hua paused, then understood. This child probably didn’t dare to reveal his surname. By revealing his surname, others would know his identity; he might even be exploited by those with ulterior motives to extort his parents. For such a young child, it was good to be cautious. Mo Hua didn’t mind. He then asked, "What shall I call you then?" The child thought for a moment, saw Mo Hua’s clear gaze, his eyebrows and eyes friendly. Although he was older than the child, he wasn’t much older. Better than those fierce and scary bad people... Only then did he timidly say, "Daddy and Mommy call me ’Yu Er’..." "Yu Er?" Like fine jade. Choosing this name was probably in the hopes that their child would grow up to be as gentle as jade. Mo Hua then asked, "Where are your daddy and mommy?" Yu Er looked dejected and shook his head. A trafficked child not knowing where his parents were was not unusual... This child’s complexion was pale, clearly having been scared out of his wits in recent days. Mo Hua felt compassion, thought for a moment, then said, "I will take you to find your daddy and mommy then..." The sorrow in Yu Er’s eyes suddenly brightened, carrying a slightly humble hope as he stared at Mo Hua: "Really..." He seemed afraid that Mo Hua would deceive him, and in his gaze hid a fragile yearning. Probably having been hurt by the malice of others after being trafficked, he no longer dared to trust anyone... "Hmm, if they can’t find you, your daddy and mommy will definitely be heartbroken..." Mo Hua said warmly. Yu Er’s tears then fell like pearls, "I... I miss Mommy..." "Let’s go," Mo Hua said. "Hmm." Yu Er wiped his tears and nodded. Mo Hua lifted him out of the box. Yu Er saw the surroundings clearly, seeing a group of cultivators dead in tragic states, his little face grew even paler as he looked at Mo Hua: "These bad people... were...?" Mo Hua said gravely, "I don’t know who killed them..." Yu Er was stunned. Mo Hua pondered a little then began to bluster with all seriousness, "I was passing through to Qian State to study, and when I wanted to find an eatery to fill my stomach, I encountered this scene..." Stay updated with freewebnovel "Someone had killed this group of cultivators, so clean and so thoroughly..." "I noticed there was something strange about the box and that’s how I opened it and rescued you..." ... Mo Hua made it sound as if it had nothing to do with him. He was just a passing, unknown, kind-hearted brother. But Yu Er looked at Mo Hua suspiciously: "Really?" Mo Hua nodded earnestly. Yu Er glanced at Mo Hua, then again at the corpses strewn on the ground, and everything seemed strange to him. This child was quite shrewd... Mo Hua then said, "Let’s hurry up and go, otherwise your daddy and mommy will definitely be worried about you..." This diverted Yu Er’s attention back. "Hmm, hmm." Yu Er nodded repeatedly. Mo Hua took out a cloak from his storage bag and draped it over Yu Er. It was a cloak used for concealment, which he and his senior brother and sister had used for covert surveillance in South Yue City. It had a Concealment Formation drawn by Mo Hua himself. Although it was only first-grade, with the sky slowly darkening, it was sufficient for hiding from view. Considering more of those traffickers might arrive, being cautious was always better. "This is..." Yu Er, covered by the cloak, was puzzled. "Don’t ask for now, just wear it," Mo Hua instructed. "Oh." Yu Er obediently nodded and clumsily wrapped the too-large cloak around himself. Suddenly, he looked around with a sorrowful expression, as if he couldn’t bear it. Mo Hua asked in confusion, "What’s wrong?" Yu Er glanced at the corpses that littered the ground and said softly, "These people, they had parents too, right? Now that they are dead, won’t their parents... never see them again..." "Won’t they... be very heartbroken too..." Mo Hua was taken aback. He hadn’t expected this child to be so pure-hearted and kind... Even though Boss Jiang and the others had trafficked him... Mo Hua thought for a moment and felt that being ignorant of the evil in human hearts and being too good-natured might not be a good thing, yet being pure-hearted at such a young age of four or five was better. If the world can harbor so many evil people, and so many selfish individuals, Why couldn’t it make room for one kind-hearted child? So Mo Hua "kindly" said, "Don’t worry, these people had no fathers or mothers." Yu Er was stunned, then shocked: "Can people really have no fathers or mothers?" Mo Hua said, "Most people do, but some people are different, they have no fathers or mothers." This turned Yu Er’s understanding upside down; he didn’t come back to his senses for a long time, but after thinking it over, the passing, kind-hearted brother who had saved him didn’t seem to have a reason to lie to him. Yu Er felt a bit better. If they had no fathers or mothers, then no one would be heartbroken over their deaths...