"So diligent and attentive in guarding the Spirit Field, you're truly my best employee..."
Lu Xuan felt amused as the same sentence repeated in his mind, watching the Grass Puppet patrol rhythmically. He couldn't help but sigh.
"I must give you a hefty reward!"
He made up his mind, called the Grass Puppet over, and fumbled around in his pockets before pulling out a piece of Broken Spirit.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out another piece and stuffed them both into the gray grass knot on the Grass Puppet's enormous head.
Then, he focused his mind on the Grass Puppet's body.
"Guard the Spirit Field!"
"Guard the Spirit Field!"
…
The detected phrases were still repetitive, but compared to before feeding the Broken Spirit, Lu Xuan faintly sensed a hint of joy within the Grass Puppet's heart.
