Fu Yu was a cultivator, after all, and knew that too much bloodshed would make the path ahead difficult. Seeing that Tan Tai Ming Lang no longer intended to restore his kingdom, she felt relieved. If it hadn't been for Tan Tai Ming Lang, she wouldn't have wanted to commit so many atrocities, either.
But although Tan Tai Ming Lang had given up, the thirty thousand Weak Water Puppets were still out there. Fu Yu knew they would become a threat sooner or later if nothing was done, so she cautiously asked, "But what should we do about the thirty thousand Weak Water Puppets?"
Tan Tai Ming Lang was now consumed by the desire to surpass Tan Tai Jin. To him, time meant cultivation progress. How could he care about the Weak Water Puppets?
After hearing Fu Yu's question, he paused in surprise, then said, "Fu Yu, if these puppets can't return to normal, hide them away for now!"
Seeing that Tan Tai Ming Lang had truly given up, Fu Yu felt relieved too. As long as no one controlled the Weak Water Puppets, most of them would gradually return to normal after taking his potion. Hiding them away would effectively protect them.
As for the small number who would become something like the undead, it was better to leave them here, where they wouldn't harm the people.
Afraid Tan Tai Ming Lang might change his mind, Fu Yu quickly settled the Weak Water Puppets somewhere safe, then concealed the location with a formation.
After taking care of everything, she set off with Tan Tai Ming Lang to search for the celestial mountains beyond the mortal realm.
However, sects were generally protected by formations, making them impossible to see with the naked eye. The two of them had a very