After a moment of silence, Bai Qi, his eyes darting wildly, ultimately sighed softly and said to Saintess Qianqiu:
"Since Your Excellency the Spirit Emperor clearly knows of the Pseudo-Immortal Puppet's existence and has not forcibly taken it, I presume you do not fear it much.
"So there is no need for futile attempts. Take that thing out."
"Hmph! How can we surrender without a fight?"
Hearing this, Saintess Qianqiu snorted in displeasure, then turned to Luo Hong and said:
"This humble one knows very well that Your Excellency the Spirit Emperor's divine abilities are beyond what we can match. But for this humble one to give up hope without personally witnessing them is simply impossible!"
"Oh? Then how does Fellow Daoist Qian intend to witness them?"
Luo Hong asked, seemingly somewhat interested.
"Simple. Our greatest reliance is in this humble one's hands. As long as Your Excellency the Spirit Emperor can take one strike from it head-on, we will willingly follow you to Tianling City!"
Although Saintess Qianqiu was indignant, she had no desire to smash eggs against a stone, so she came up with this method.
Of course, even if Luo Hong took this strike with only minor injuries, they would immediately break their word and flee upon seeing hope.
Her verbal promise at this moment was only worth hearing.
"Very well. Luo is also quite interested in that thing, so let us see how Fellow Daoist Qian intends to activate it."
Luo Hong agreed without hesitation.
After all, Ying Ming's path to advancement lay in the Pseudo-Immortal Puppet!
Saintess Qianqiu did not stand on ceremony. As her Spiritual Sense Moved, a streak of light flew from her bosom and, upon landing, transformed into a pale-faced Spirit Race Youth.
"Rise!"
With a delicate shout, the Spirit Race Youth's