Ji Jue shrugged regretfully, "What a shame, I can't hear at all."
"It's okay, the affinity of fate isn't about words."
Bao Dacai waved his hand, walking away with his hands behind his back, "Take a break first, Mr. Ji. If there's anything later, just come find me. As you age, you get greedy for sleep, and your energy wanes..."
He yawned and pulled out a turkey-like doll from his pocket, tossed it out, and it instantly expanded under the sunlight.
Soon, a peculiar-looking tree structure rose from the ground, with strange pillar styles resembling chicken feet.
If he was somewhat mindful of his frail and helpless old persona before being exposed by Ji Jue, now he simply didn't bother to act at all.
He touched it directly.
While everyone was bustling around the camp, rebuilding enthusiastically, Ji Jue sat quietly on the side watching, suddenly feeling directionless.
