Reunion with Chun Jun

"Huh? What new breed of puppet is this? How come I've never seen one before?" The white-haired young man let out a surprised cry, a hint of curiosity appearing in his eyes.

The spirit puppet had originally been specially refined as a primordial spirit puppet to adapt to the "special" environment of the Burial Immortal Ruins. Thus, its divine aura was restrained, making it seem like an ordinary object with not a trace of its formidable nature visible.

Unable to sense its "overwhelming strength," the white-haired young man naturally felt no fear whatsoever.

He had never imagined that the "person" undergoing tribulation today was precisely the tiger-headed puppet before him.

Zhao Xingyu, dressed in blue, changed expression slightly. She immediately soared into the air and flew before the two men, shouting sharply, "Who are you people, and why have you trespassed into the territory of my Zhao Clan?"

As she questioned them, the tiger-headed spirit puppet landed beside her. Its pair of amber-like crystal eyes stared straight at the men opposite them, flickering with a chilling coldness.

"Heh heh, from the sound of it, is your Cloud Mist Zhao Clan some dragon's pool and tiger's den, forbidden to outsiders?" The white-haired young man was by nature wild and arrogant. Hearing this, he immediately gave a cold laugh and retorted.

"My Cloud Mist Zhao Clan welcomes friends, but we receive no ill-intentioned people. Leave at once, or do not blame this palace mistress for failing to warn you!" Zhao Xingyu's attitude grew even harsher as she spoke expressionlessly.

Seeing this, the tiger-headed spirit puppet silently raised the enormous sword in its hand.

"Kekeke, this one isn't leaving today. What can you possibly do to me?" The white-haired young man laughed in fury, folding his arms across his chest as he sneered.