Zhao Yi: "I'm talking to you, don't be so formal with me."
Li Zhiyuan: "How can I accept this? You helped me, and now I'm taking something from you."
Zhao Yi: "I'm someone who loves making friends, and among friends, there's a bond of sharing."
Li Zhiyuan didn't respond.
Zhao Yi thought to strike while the iron is hot and settle this matter, after all, he was currently helping and had the upper hand: "Wait..."
Li Zhiyuan: "Alright."
In the state of Walking Yin, you could see the young man's face, appearing with faint lines of paint, very light and not clear, just barely showing some color, like another way of opening the face.
Zhao Yi, not displeased by the interruption, was instead startled and puzzled: "What did you add to the Puppetry Technique?"
"The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra."
"Related to the official?"
"Yes."
"How does it compare to the official's legacy?"
"Mine is more complete."
