Little Nonpoint cradled the Milk Pot and gulped away while Meng Chuan held Little Pagoda, feeling it out.
It felt warm and smooth as jade, formed by nature, without the slightest trace of carving by human hands.
The pagoda had only four tiers, yet it looked complete, with nothing missing.
In truth, though, he had nine tiers.
"Strange indeed. Like an artifact, yet not quite one; like a cultivator, yet not quite one."
Meng Chuan examined Little Pagoda, but Little Pagoda gave no response.
He had sunk into the deepest sleep and would not wake unless his life was in danger.
Only if his condition improved could he remain awake.
"Uncle Meng, what is this thing?" Little Nonpoint asked, smacking his lips.
"A pagoda."
"..."
Little Nonpoint scratched his head. Of course he could see it was a pagoda.
Uncle Meng was the blind one, not him.
"Your Uncle Meng isn't very talented, and I haven't seen enough of the world. That's as far as I can answer your question."
"For more information, of course we must ask the great Willow God!"
Meng Chuan patiently guided Little Nonpoint, taking every opportunity to build up Willow God's magnificent image.
"That's true." Little Nonpoint nodded. Uncle Meng made sense.
"Here, take it and ask Willow God what she says."
Meng Chuan handed Little Pagoda back, and Little Nonpoint grabbed him and ran toward the village entrance.
"Willow God, Willow God, what is this?" Little Nonpoint asked, holding Little Pagoda up to her.
Willow God did not particularly want to answer him.
She had heard everything Meng Chuan and Little Nonpoint had said inside the house.
The big one and the little one were both a nuisance.
"Willow God, Willow God, are you there?"
Little Nonpoint stepped closer and waved Little Pagoda about.