"This..."
Hearing this, Ying Ming immediately became somewhat hesitant.
At that moment, she suddenly realized that she did not seem quite so desperate to return to True Lord Wentian's side.
As a puppet, Ying Ming's lifespan far exceeded that of ordinary living beings. This also meant that she needed some purpose for existing, or else immense loneliness would consume her.
The harm of this was not limited to emotions; more importantly, it would damage her intelligence.
After all, research into intelligence showed that the movement of Spiritual Spirit Particles was key to its emergence. Thus, prolonged emotional stagnation would inevitably wear away one's intelligence.
Although Ying Ming did not understand the principles involved, her instincts as a living being still drove her to seek meaning in her existence, such as returning to True Lord Wentian's side.
And True Lord Wentian clearly had profound knowledge of spiritually connected puppets. He had most likely seen through this, which was why he had asked her that question.
Of course, it was also possible that he simply did not want Ying Ming to discover the truth and lose face, which was why he had tried to dissuade her.
As she hesitated, Ying Ming involuntarily turned her gaze toward Luo Hong.
"If Fellow Daoist Ying Ming wishes to stay, Luo naturally welcomes it. But the journey to the Thunderclap Continent is uncertain and fraught with danger. Fellow Daoist, you should think it through carefully."
Luo Hong still trusted Ying Ming. Although her current cultivation could no longer be of much help to him, she was qualified enough to serve as an experimental assistant.
Yet as soon as he said this, Ying Ming seemed not to have heard any of the risks Luo Hong had mentioned. Her face immediately lit up with joy as she said