As the half-height puppet set the teacup on the stone table, Lin Changheng noticed a line of tiny characters engraved on its wrist: "Mingyi Thirteen."
What did that mean?
While Lin Changheng pondered this, the teacup touched the stone table. The yellow light in the puppet's eyes suddenly flickered, and it retreated to one side, standing motionless like a statue.
"Quite interesting."
Lin Changheng looked it over several more times, an expression of interest on his face.
Just then, the pretty young girl brought over a plate of dried spirit fruit and preserves. "Try some, Pill Master Lin. I made these myself."
"Certainly."
Lin Changheng reached out without hesitation, took a piece, and popped it into his mouth.
Watching this, the pretty girl smiled faintly, finding Pill Master Lin's face much more pleasing to the eye.
Some time ago, a Talisman Master had also come to visit her grandfather. She had served her homemade snacks then, too, only for that Talisman Master to refuse with an awkward smile. His words sounded pleasant enough, but his hands never touched a single morsel, as though she had poisoned them.
She had been furious and complained to her grandfather for two or three days, until even he came to dislike the man.
But Pill Master Lin was completely different. At a glance, he seemed open and upright, utterly frank, a guest willing to follow his host's arrangements. He accepted their hospitality without any doubt or hesitation, clearly placing tremendous trust in the two of them.
She felt someone like him was worth associating with. Whatever else he might be, he could hardly be a bad person.
Still studying the puppet beside him, Lin Changheng had no idea that such a winding train of thought had passed through the pretty girl's mind.
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