In the afternoon, the light outside was at its most glaring, as though several suns hung high in the sky. The terrifying heat seemed ready to reduce the entire Bianlin City to ashes.
Fortunately, a formation had been activated. Its emerald-green radiance held back wave after wave of scorching heat.
There were fewer and fewer cultivators inside the Puppet Palace. Some had taken advantage of the rare free time to head to the marketplace and select the items they needed.
Lin Fan did not hurry over. Instead, he silently transcribed the relevant puppet manuals, continuing to obtain the longevity he required.
Suddenly, a figure approached.
It was a woman.
She wore a long green dress. Her slender waist was so delicate it could be clasped in one hand, her skin was as white and smooth as snow, and her features were exquisite and breathtaking.
When she reached Lin Fan, she hesitated for a moment before suddenly speaking. "Fellow Daoist Wei."
Lin Fan was startled. "You are..."
The woman took out a token. Written on it were the words: "Bianlin City Puppet Palace, Ni Miao."
"So it's Fellow Daoist Ni."
"I'm being somewhat presumptuous. Actually, I noticed you from the first time Fellow Daoist Wei came to the Puppet Palace."
"It's not for any other reason. We're both cultivators from Great Gan."
The woman explained.
Lin Fan was startled. "Which part of Great Gan does Fellow Daoist come from?"
The woman smiled sweetly. "The Inspectorate."
Lin Fan's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.
"May I ask what brings you here?"
"It's nothing else. I merely wanted to ask you about killing the Yunmeng Sect Master in the Samsara Secret Realm of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains and disrupting the Inspectorate's arrangements."
"You should at least give us an