Back when Yan Mingyi had been sitting in Lin Changheng's Qingyuan Courtyard, Mo Zhaoli had happened to visit, and the two women had met.
Now, hearing that someone had come to visit, Yan Mingyi immediately went to greet them. She recognized Mo Zhaoli at once; this beautiful, powerful Foundation Establishment senior had left a deep impression on her.
"I've seen you before. You're the young woman who used to live next door, in Brother Lin's front courtyard. A puppet master, if I remember correctly?"
As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Mo Zhaoli had an excellent memory. She also recognized the young woman at a glance and spoke with a faint smile.
"That's me. I never imagined you would still remember me, Senior."
Yan Mingyi nodded repeatedly, quickly stepping aside and gesturing for her to enter.
"What brings you here, Miss Yan? Have you come to visit Brother Lin too?"
As the saying went, love for a house extended even to the crows on its roof. Mo Zhaoli was clearly warm toward Lin Changheng's friends and put on no airs.
Yan Mingyi's expression shifted slightly, and she shook her head, looking somewhat downcast. Seeing confusion in Mo Zhaoli's lovely eyes, she pressed her red lips together and briefly recounted what had happened.
When she heard that Yan Mingyi's grandfather had died from the emotional upheaval of his overwhelming joy at a breakthrough in the Puppet Dao, a trace of regret appeared in Mo Zhaoli's eyes.
Then she heard how Puppet Master Yan had entrusted his granddaughter to Brother Lin in his final letter, how Brother Lin had unhesitatingly helped with the funeral arrangements and taken Yan Mingyi in, and how he had previously offered second-tier pills to help Puppet Master Yan recover. She could not help nodding slightly, tenderness filling her eyes.