The master before its eyes could help it become stronger. Sure enough, having just successfully become its disciple, its strength had once again improved.
The little Paperman was eager to try. Only by working hard constantly could it live up to its master's trust and help!
If Su Ping weren't still there, the little Paperman would have already planned to continue practicing drawing its sword ten thousand times and thrusting ten thousand times, using the methods taught by its master.
However, quite obviously, the little Paperman's wish to continue working hard was unfulfilled because Su Ping, unable to sleep, had brought it to the place where they first met—the banks of the Lingxi River. He lay there on the lawn formed by Wolf Tobacco.
Come to think of it, Wolf Tobacco had no particular smell before it was processed and burned.
Even so, it had a stronger Life Force than common grass. Even though it was clearly autumn, it still grew extremely dense and lush.
