Pu Xiaohan promised to record his puppet show.
And to upload it online for more people to see, the old man promptly stood up from his shoulder pole.
He took out his signature skill from behind and performed a puppet calligraphy for Pu Xiaohan, where the strings he lifted were soft, yet he managed to make the puppet write with the force that seemed to penetrate the wood.
This was true skill.
Pu Xiaohan had a real talent for video shooting, she chose various angles, filmed the puppet writing, the Great Sage, and eventually followed the old gentleman to his home.
The old gentleman's house was not far from there.
As they walked and chatted along the way, Pu Xiaohan learned that the old man's last name was Tao.
It was just one room, neatly arranged with all kinds of puppets.
"Do you live alone?" Pu Xiaohan looked around and didn't see any signs of other people's lives.