Lin Fan's attainments in paper figures were not low, and he quickly adapted to the environment inside Puppet Palace.
Each day, he refined exactly eight Paper Figure Puppets—neither more nor fewer. According to Li Hanru, that earned him one hundred and twenty Dao Crystals per month.
With his abilities, he could of course refine more paper figures, but having just arrived, Lin Fan naturally had to hold something back.
Besides, he always felt that something was off. The cultivators in Puppet Palace were all lifeless, sunk in a state of profound numbness.
One day, just after Lin Fan finished refining a Paper Figure Puppet, a man suddenly came over.
His face was gaunt. He looked at Lin Fan and grinned. "Puppet Palace hasn't had a newcomer in a long time, so I don't want you to meet an early death."
"If you know what's good for you, you'd better stay away from that female cultivator surnamed Li. Otherwise..."
At that, he gave a sudden, cold laugh. The meaning was self-evident.
Lin Fan froze. Just as he was about to speak, the corner of his eye caught sight of a graceful figure.
"Otherwise what?"
Li Hanru suddenly appeared behind the man, making his expression change. He hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Li, don't misunderstand. I merely saw that this newcomer hadn't fully integrated into the environment here, so I came over to greet him."
"Sun Zhao, I advise you to mind your own business less."
"Otherwise, I won't mind sparring with you."
"Please calm down, Fellow Daoist."
The man retreated with a sullen look.
Li Hanru's expression returned to normal. "The cultivators in Puppet Palace come from all sorts of places. It's inevitable that good and bad people are mixed together. This fellow surnamed Sun's Puppet Technique is ordinary, yet he often