"Ah!"
Qin Feng couldn't help sighing sympathetically. "Poor Yuan, completely wrapped around Emperor Liu Ru Yan's little finger."
With that...
Qin Feng composed himself and looked at the Immortal King puppet.
The puppet wore an iron mask that seemed fused to its face. Immortal King pressure surged around it, yet it could only unleash the strength of an Immortal Lord at his peak.
And so Long Aotian would give him a second look in a crowd, Qin Feng had even preserved a trace of the spatial power the puppet had comprehended in life, allowing it to perform Spatial Movement within a ten-meter range.
"Feels like something's still missing..."
Qin Feng scratched his chin, thought for a moment, then formed a seal and pointed it at the puppet.
In his ten years of experience as an avid reader, Son of Heaven types had never been reasonable. Even when faced with a trap dug for them by a villain, they could turn it into an opportunity and, in the end, make it a sharp sword pointed right back at the villain.
So, to keep the Immortal King puppet from becoming a sword pointed at him someday, Qin Feng installed a rune inside it, much like a remote-controlled bomb.
At the first sign of anything amiss, he could detonate it immediately.
"Mm, now it's safe!"
A satisfied smile finally curled Qin Feng's lips. With a wave of his hand, he sent the puppet to his main body.
"The tribulation's over!?"
After receiving the message, Qin Feng's main body glanced at Zi Yuan, asleep beside him.
He gently lifted Zi Yuan's lotus-root-white arm from around his neck, then crept off the dragon bed.
He had meant to pick up his clothes from the floor and put them on, but after being apart from his