Xi Lingge sensed something unusual about the toxicity in the poisoned Cultivator. The feeling was hard to pin down.
"Mm..." Qiao Ranran obligingly explained where Little Wooden Puppet had come from. "The residual toxicity in Pei Ling's body somehow gained life, and then it turned into this?"
"Residual toxicity?" Xi Lingge didn't understand. "You didn't remove all the toxicity from Pei Ling's body back then?" He clearly remembered Qiao Ranran removing it all. He had examined Pei Ling himself and found no trace left behind.
"Mm!" Qiao Ranran nodded. "That's what I thought at first, too. But some of it was hidden deep in Pei Ling's Divine Sense, where neither of us noticed it. I only discovered it when the toxicity suddenly flared up. Not only was there some left over, it had evolved."
And this was what it had evolved into.
Qiao Ranran added, "Master, you know Pei Ling has had more than his share of extraordinary encounters, so strange things keep happening to him. It's Little Wooden Puppet's good fortune to have gained life this way."
Xi Lingge: As if I'd believe that nonsense!
After gazing at Little Wooden Puppet for a moment, Xi Lingge had a sudden idea. "Ask it if it wants to be my disciple."
Qiao Ranran: *???*
Should she be more surprised that Xi Lingge had actually taken the initiative to accept a disciple, or that he wanted a puppet as one?
That's the Profound Heart Sect for you. They always think in a way all their own.
Qiao Ranran hesitated, then poked Little Wooden Puppet. Feeling how nervous and stiff it was, she couldn't help laughing. "Master, why don't you ask it yourself?" Xi Lingge had been watching it for so long that it had been tense for quite a while. Even its