As the crowd dispersed, the old storyteller closed his fan slowly and hid the wooden stick in his sleeves.
In the midst of the crowd, Su Zimo blinked. By the time he looked again, the old man had already vanished!
Frowning, Su Zimo pondered for a moment before heading back to his residence.
Right after Su Zimo left Yongxing City, the old storyteller appeared out of nowhere and wandered to an empty corner.
Lin Xuanji was standing there, bored.
When he saw the old man, Lin Xuanji hurried forward and asked softly with an expectant gaze, "Old man, how was it? Did you see anything?"
"I couldn't tell. That lad's fate was changed by someone and his trajectory is all messed up," The old man shook his head.
Lin Xuanji asked again, "What about that black dog? Can you tell what race it is? "
"It shouldn't be a dog," The old man frowned.
"Duh, I know it's not a dog too!"
Lin Xuanji rolled his eyes. "Old man, you can't tell its background even with your knowledge?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and shook his head thoughtfully. "I can't say for sure. However, that black dog is truly not simple. I can sense a unique aura from it. It's very pure."
"What aura?"
"The aura of killing!"
The old man replied, "Although you've lost the chance to nurture a divine dragon this time round, if you can get your hands on that black dog, your future won't be too bad."
Lin Xuanji rubbed his chin and his eyes darted around as he came up with an idea.
As though he thought of something, the old man frowned in thought and murmured softly, "That girl …"
…
Along the way, Su Zimo could sense that the little girl was following behind him.
A long time later, Su Zimo returned to his rented residence and stopped in his tracks, turning around.
The little girl was caught off guard and a look of panic flashed through her eyes.
Su Zimo strode towards the little girl.
She seemed to be afraid and wanted to retreat. However, she held herself back.
"Why are you following me?" Su Zimo approached and asked softly.
"This is the first time someone has given me clothes to wear." The little girl blinked her big watery eyes and said timidly.
Su Zimo's heart softened and he asked, "You don't have anywhere to go?"
The little girl nodded.
"Alright, from today onwards, you'll live here."
Su Zimo pointed at the house behind him and said with a smile, "But I'm only renting it for a year. I can only guarantee that you can stay there for a year."
"Thank you." A smile finally appeared on the little girl's face.
Su Zimo brought the little girl into the house and asked casually, "My name is Su Zimo. What's your name?"
"Nien Qi." The little girl's wariness towards Su Zimo had lessened a lot, and there was a trace of vitality in her voice.
The house faced south with Jishui River at its back. It took up a large area and had many rooms. Nien Qi found a random room and stayed there.
Su Zimo headed out and bought some clothes and food for Nien Qi, placing them in front of Nien Qi's room.
After doing that, Su Zimo came to the courtyard and took out a wooden plaque from his storage bag.
Since he wanted to open a weapon workshop, he had to come up with a name.
Looking at the Night Spirit patrolling the courtyard, Su Zimo smiled and muttered to himself, "Let's call it Mo Spirit Weapon Workshop then."
Using his finger as a sword, Su Zimo carved five words on the wooden plaque.
Right then, the door behind him opened with a creak.
Su Zimo turned back and saw a young girl with snow-white skin standing at the door. She was slim and elegant with exquisite features and watery eyes. Although she was young, she was already extremely beautiful.
Su Zimo was slightly stunned.
After washing away the stains on Nien Qi's face, it was as though he had turned into a different person.
However, for some reason, Nien Qi's hair was still yellow and curly like withered grass and tree branches. It did not have any luster and was incompatible with his fair face.
Su Zimo did not think too much about it and merely thought that it was because Nien Qi had suffered too much over the years and his body was weak.
He would return to normal after recuperating for a year or so.
"Young master, what are you doing?"
Nien Qi walked over and looked at the wooden plaque in Su Zimo's hands, murmuring softly, "Mo Spirit Weapon Workshop … are you intending to open a weapon workshop here, young master?"
"That's right," Su Zimo nodded.
Nien Qi's lips moved as though he wanted to say something but stopped.
"Speak if you have something to say," Su Zimo smiled.
Nien Qi said, "Although I don't know how to refine weapons, I've been wandering around the city all these years. The place you're at is suitable for living but not for opening a weapon workshop. No one will come here. "
Cultivators who were familiar with the capital would definitely head to Yongxing City to customize spirit weapons because all the weapon workshops in the capital were located on that street.
As for cultivators who were not familiar with the capital, they would head to Yongxing City if they asked around.
In Nien Qi's opinion, no one would visit Su Zimo's weapon workshop here.
Su Zimo was not worried at all as he smiled. "My weapon workshop is different, don't worry."
Nien Qi nodded as though he understood.
Su Zimo pointed to a chair at the side. "Sit. Hold this stone and let me take a look."
There was a stone the size of a baby's fist on the table – it was a spirit testing stone that Su Zimo had just bought.
Nien Qi reached out and held the spirit testing stone.
After a while, there were no changes to the spirit testing stone.
Su Zimo sighed internally.
Initially, he still had a glimmer of hope that Nien Qi might have a spirit root and could enter the path of cultivation.
However, he knew in his heart that the possibility was extremely low.
There were many Perfected Beings of Jin Dan in the capital and there might even be Genying Zhenjun. If Nien Qi had a spirit root, he would have been taken away and taken in as a disciple long ago.
Now that there were no changes to the spirit testing stone, Su Zimo knew that Nien Qi was the same as him – an ordinary person without a spirit root.
As though realizing something, Nien Qi said hurriedly, "Young master, although I don't have a spirit root, I'm very strong and can help you with many things. Don't … don't chase me away. "
"It's fine."
Su Zimo shook his head. Afraid that Nien Qi would overthink, he changed the topic and asked, "You said that you're very strong. How strong?"
"Very, very strong."
Nien Qi blinked and said, "Previously, I didn't dare to reveal it because I was afraid that others would lock me up as a monster."
Su Zimo could not help but laugh.
In Su Zimo's opinion, Nien Qi was only boasting as much as possible so that she would not be chased away.
She was just a little girl with thin arms and legs. How much strength could she possibly have?
Su Zimo's heart skipped a beat. Wanting to tease Nien Qi, he took out the Mystic Gold Silk Armor from his storage bag and placed it gently on the table. "This is a silk armor. Can you lift it up?"
"Of course."
Nien Qi nodded naturally and tugged at the corner of the Mystic Gold Silk Armor with one hand, lifting it up.
It did not budge at all!
"Eh?"
Nien Qi was stunned for a moment.
Su Zimo snickered internally but his expression did not change.
Nien Qi stood up and frowned slightly. Looking at the Mystic Gold Silk Armor in disbelief, she lifted it with her other hand as well.
When Su Zimo saw that Nien Qi was about to try again, he waved it off, afraid that the joke would be too much. "Forget it. Actually, this Mystic Gold Silk Armor weighs …"
Su Zimo's voice came to a stop as he bounced up from his chair, dumbfounded.
Nien Qi's arms were trembling and her cheeks were flushed – it was clear that she had used all her strength to lift the Mystic Gold Silk Armor off the table!
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