Fortunately, the noise from the machinery room of the Paper Making Building was loud enough that not many people noticed the disturbance.
Inside the cultivation chamber, a white paper tiger appeared out of thin air. Its tiger eyes gleamed with spirit, all four paws hovering three feet above the ground, and it radiated a heart-stirring aura.
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly as he murmured, "The strength of a paper figure is related to its color. A white paper tiger is the lowest-grade paper figure, but why is the paper tiger I refined already no weaker than an ordinary Mountain Splitting Realm cultivator, judging solely from the fluctuations it gives off?"
"Could it be because my own strength is relatively high? That even a low-grade paper figure refined for the first time can reach such a level?"
The paper tiger stepped forward on its own and sniffed at Lin Fan's scent. The way it shook its head and wagged its brains looked just like a real ferocious tiger.
Lin Fan's thoughts stirred slightly as he attempted to communicate with the paper tiger.
However, in the next moment, the world suddenly spun around him. When he came to his senses again, he found himself inside the space of his sea of consciousness.
Not far away, the paper tiger that had just been refined was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, coldly staring at Lin Fan. A chill rushed straight toward him.
The paper tiger's consciousness was fighting back?
Lin Fan thought to himself.
He sensed something amiss. Under normal circumstances, a paper figure refined for the first time should possess almost no independent consciousness. At most, it would have a trace of instinct!
Unless a paper figure devoured enough flesh and souls of cultivators to undergo a certain transformation, only then