No sooner had Yun Guangming finished speaking than red light flickered in the corpse puppet's eyes, and it vanished from before him in an instant.
"Junior Brother Yun, you have quite the nerve. You actually sent out the Nascent Soul corpse puppet Master bestowed upon you. Who are you planning to assassinate? Aren't you afraid of disrupting the sect's plans and being punished by Master?"
Not long after the red-eyed corpse puppet disappeared, a fragrance spread through the air. A woman holding a jade flute appeared in Yun Guangming's room, startling him.
"Senior Sister Yao Guang, this is my residence. Please put away your corpse fragrance!"
Yun Guangming said in a low voice. He had never gotten along particularly well with the person before him, yet he had no idea why she had appeared in his room.
"Don't be so hasty. I know who you want to kill, and it just so happens that we share the same target. Why don't we join hands?"
Yun Guangming was somewhat surprised. He had not expected Yao Guang to come seeking an alliance, leaving him half-believing and half-doubting.
"Your target is that person in number nine hundred and seventy-six, isn't it? He happens to have caught my interest as well." Yao Guang sat in a chair, crossing her right leg over her left and revealing a stretch of snow-white skin. Coupled with her seductive expression, she finally convinced Yun Guangming.
"So it's for that disgusting hobby of yours again!"
Yun Guangming looked disdainful. Yao Guang had a peculiar pastime: she personally killed handsome men who caught her eye, then refined them into corpse puppets to become her servants. She cared not whether their cultivation was high or low, only whether they suited her tastes. It seemed she had noticed Shen Yi this time