"Such dedication to guard the Spirit Field, truly a good servant of mine…"
Lu Xuan, feeling the same phrase echoing in his mind, couldn't help but sigh as he watched the Grass Puppet that kept patrolling.
"I must reward it greatly!"
He made up his mind, called the Grass Puppet over, fumbled in his arms for a moment, and took out a Broken Spirit.
He hesitated for a moment, then pulled out another one and stuffed them into the grey grass tumours on the Grass Puppet's massive head.
Then, his mind gathered on the Grass Puppet's body.
"Guard the Spirit Field!"
"Guard the Spirit Field!"
...
The acquired words were still repeating, but Lu Xuan felt a hint of joy in the Grass Puppet's heart compared to before he fed it the Broken Spirits.
In the next two days, Lu Xuan remained vigilant, the Slivered Silver Blade and the Million Swords Qi Talisman were almost inseparable from his hand, but there were no movements at all, everything was as usual.
