At this moment, the white-haired old woman turned a deaf ear, merely weaving straw dolls mechanically.
If one looked closely, one would see that there was no "spirit" in Granny Lu's cloudy eyes.
In this state, she was nothing more than an empty puppet shell.
After Li Xuanji finished speaking and saw that the white-haired old woman showed no reaction, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He immediately rose to his feet, quickly walked out of the house, and came to her side.
With a sweep of his eyes, he saw six strange straw dolls in the box by her feet.
"Granny Lu, Fan Liu is destitute and down on his luck. With no other choice, I'll borrow a few of your straw dolls and trade them for some spirit wine in the Golden Pattern Clan fief!"
As he spoke, Li Xuanji unceremoniously took every straw doll from the box. Then, his empty sleeves billowed, transforming into a streak of light that drifted down onto a stretch of turbulent black river in the distance.
Such a move might have seemed like courting death, but sitting still for too long without revealing anything was worse than making a reckless move.
Li Qingyun had met He Fan Liu face-to-face and roughly understood his temperament and style. He might have been someone capable of enduring, but he was absolutely not a pure practitioner of the Path of Cautious Cultivation.
Beneath the bones of "He Fan Liu," beyond his talent for endurance, there still lingered a measure of madness and obsession.
More than two months had passed. That madness and obsession should have flared up a little by now.
At the same time, Li Xuanji could go outside and light up part of the River Mother Clan's "map."
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