The yin wind howled, and the paper-made Yin Warrior raised its blade to slay an unformed little ghost, then stood silently like a guardian deity.
"Well done. You've been working hard these days, but it will all be worth it when we find the Cold Crystal Jade," Wan An praised as he patted the paper figure's shoulder.
Although they weren't alive, in the eyes of the old man, being able to work and protect himself made these temporary paper figures akin to friends.
Moreover, carrying a significant responsibility, he was afraid of accidentally leaking any information, thus only dared to talk to the paper figures.
Lin Dayou was busy running his shop and making money; even if they occasionally met, their conversations revolved around how the business was going and whether they should bring in new products.
Lotus Peak was now enveloped in an array, so no other reckless wild ghosts disturbed it; yet inside the continuous mountain ranges, countless little ghosts remained trapped.
