The Peach Wood Sword appeared to be quite old, its blade adorned with numerous red runes that Su Nanzhi recognized as likely being for the purpose of exorcism.
She couldn't help but wonder, if she dared to draw such things on Little Taomu, would it consider suicide and reincarnate afresh?
The little fellow, although often anxious about aesthetics, shared one trait with Su Nanzhi: a love for cleanliness.
Usually, even sending it to pierce a minor ghost required it to take a bath afterward, cleaning itself thoroughly.
However, today Su Nanzhi had not brought Little Taomu out, as it was sleeping like it had drunk fake liquor. Taking it out would be futile; better to let it have a full rest.
Moreover, Su Nanzhi vaguely sensed that something was off with Little Taomu lately but couldn't pinpoint what exactly was wrong. All she could do was wait for the little fellow to wake up.
