The next day, Lu Xuan inspected the Spirit Field, using various low-level Formula Methods to cultivate the Spirit Plants. Afterward, he turned his gaze to the Grass Puppet, which was still slowly moving within the Spirit Field.
"You didn't spend the whole night walking around the Spirit Field, did you? Stop, stop."
The Grass Puppet extended its slender straw legs, continuing its slow movement.
It wasn't until Lu Xuan returned to his house that the puppet seemed to react, halting in place, its straw head facing the Spirit Field.
"I'm planning to head out for a while. Want to join me?"
Upon entering his house, Lu Xuan glanced at the Bi Jing Cloud Treading Mink lying on the ground and asked.
"Aow..."
The juvenile Mink let out a soft howl, clutching its throat slightly. Its gaze remained unruffled as it walked toward the door.
*Lu Xuan saw through its behavior immediately. Despite its usual stoic demeanor, deep down, the beast couldn't wait to follow him.*