Lu Changsheng waved his hand and said to his son, not paying much attention to the puppet.
He had previously created three Second Rank Puppets.
One for Ling Zixiao, one for Lu Miaoyun, and one for Lu Miaoge.
A long time ago, he also gave one to Lu Miaohuan.
But because of Qu Zhenzhen's personality, who usually disliked going out and was not good at fighting, he hadn't given one to her.
Now this puppet could be considered Qu Zhenzhen's share.
"My child thanks you, Father!"
Lu Quanzhen took a deep breath and bowed his thanks.
He felt that the riches of his family's father might surpass what he and his siblings could imagine.
...
Two months later.
Inside the Changsheng Hall.
Lu Changsheng was in the middle of refining a Taichi Talisman.
Suddenly, a mysterious fluctuation came through.
Lu Changsheng was naturally familiar with this fluctuation.