The warm sunlight was sprinkled over the garden.
The old man lay on the rattan chair, basking in the sun. There was a small tea table at the side and on it was a teapot and a teacup. With his eyes closed, the old man could hear footsteps approaching. "I’ve already said that I don’t know how to make a human puppet. If it’s a sand puppet I can make do. You’re finding the wrong person."
Hong Rongyan stopped in his tracks as a respectful look filled his handsome face. "Master Shao!"
It was as if the old man had not heard him.
Hong Rongyan shook his head. "No, it should be Emperor Shao. How can there be Beast Venom Temple if the God Puppet Palace is still around? The Nangong Wulian would still have to address you as Teacher."
The old man replied dully, "I don’t know what you’re talking about."
