In the wilderness, Wenren Sheng's Puppet Man stood beside Liu Jian, completely still.
Liu Jian had his eyes tightly shut, muttering, "I'd rather die than be a slave to a fallen nation!"
"A head falling off is just a scar the size of a bowl!"
"Eighteen years from now, I'll be a good man again!"
Meanwhile, Wenren Sheng himself had arrived at his master Ji Zhengyan's home and was sitting before a stone table.
Ji Zhengyan lay in a recliner nearby, eyes closed as he gently rocked back and forth. Beside him sat a bottle of Luzhou Laojiao, more than half empty.
It was a cellar-aged liquor with over three hundred years of history, which Wenren Sheng had bought from an antique collector at a steep price.
At the time, he had even doubted whether the stuff was still drinkable.
The collector had guaranteed that the bottle was intact and the liquor was definitely drinkable. He said even liquor recovered from shipwrecks four or five hundred years old could still be consumed, so the bottle in his collection would certainly be fine. It was absolutely the finest among liquors.
Sure enough, after Ji Zhengyan drank it, he agreed to Wenren Sheng's request and helped him create a world to play in.
Wenren Sheng had not only enlisted his master's help, but also sent Little Illusion into action.
The latter did not need to be paid. On the contrary, she was highly proactive and delighted to take part.
"Master, you're so generous today. You actually took the initiative to play with me. Is it because I've been very well-behaved lately?" Little Illusion said happily as she manipulated the illusion.
Wenren Sheng absentmindedly chatted with Little Illusion.
"Yes. Someone once said the best gift for a child is companionship. The gift I'm