The throne was right before her, and she had even received an invitation from the Red Camp Leader, yet Lu Qingqing remained standing where she was, feeling as though none of it was real.
"They're asking you to go over. Hurry up," Fan Lang urged from beside her.
Only then did Lu Qingqing snap back to her senses. She walked toward the throne step by step, turned, and sat down. The entire throne adjusted accordingly, changing its size and height to suit her perfectly. Its appearance also changed, becoming more slender and feminine.
In a place like Magic Square City, such minor mechanisms were nothing remarkable.
Just moments ago, the atmosphere had been tense, and the puppets had all drawn their weapons. Now, they sheathed their swords and, under the Red Camp Leader's guidance, bowed together toward Lu Qingqing on the throne.
"Greetings, Master!"
The puppets shouted in unison.
Lu Qingqing sat on the throne as if in a dream.
Such a powerful group of puppets was actually bowing in submission to her. In the past, she would not even have dared to imagine it.
"How is it? Being a queen feels pretty good, doesn't it?" Fan Lang asked privately.
"It feels like I'm dreaming," Lu Qingqing replied.
"This is what it feels like to get close to your dream."
"The journey here really was fraught with danger. Whether it was those mechanisms and traps or Lu Gong's group, they were all dangerous."
"That's called seeking wealth amid danger. If you don't take a few risks, how could you possibly sit in that position?"
"What should we do next?"
"Go along with these puppets for now, then adapt as things unfold. If there's anything you need to watch out for, I'll tell you in advance."
"All right."
The two ended