"Lord Qin, Supervisor Han wants you to come over."
The guard cupped his fists.
"Mm, I'll go over in a bit."
Qin Yang nodded.
The guard took his leave.
"Heh heh, looks like there's a mission."
"You brat, don't worry. Once you're dead, I'll definitely refine you into a puppet!"
Song Lingzi chuckled.
"You'll die before this young master ever does."
"Look at how scrawny you are, like some sickly ghost about to die!"
Qin Yang laughed heartily and returned to his room to change.
Song Lingzi gritted his teeth in fury. What he hated most was people calling him scrawny.
Because his beloved Junior Sister Yun Ling had also said he was very thin.
Yet when he looked at his own skinny arms and legs, he muttered, "No, it seems I need to train harder too!"
"Don't you think so, Junior Sister Yun Ling?"
At some unknown point, a wooden puppet had appeared in Song Lingzi's hand.
The puppet was incredibly lifelike, like a miniature person. It wore a pale green dress, its features delicate and refined, with a smile even resting on its face.
But any normal person's first reaction upon seeing this puppet would surely be fear and dread.
Because it looked far too much like a real person, making it all the more eerie and terrifying.
The green puppet merely stared at Song Lingzi without making any movement.
"Looks like you really are angry. You still don't want to talk to me?"
"Fine, then I'll go back and train right now. Once I become as strong as Qin Yang, you should talk to me again, right?"
Song Lingzi chuckled. A strip of white silk eerily looped around his neck, and with a whoosh, he vanished from where he stood.
After changing clothes, Qin Yang walked out