Upon hearing this, Cheng Buzheng's eyes flashed, as though something had stirred within him.
Seeing Cheng Buzheng's money-grubbing look, Golden Puppet Elder said with a smile, "Those golden-armored puppets are the same as the ones in the main hall. Aside from this old man, no other Mortal Cultivator can operate them after taking them away."
"Don't even think about it, little friend!"
"Let's go!"
"That won't do!" Cheng Buzheng shook his head. "Senior, what if other Mortal Cultivators discover this Abandoned Mansion and take those golden-armored puppets away? Wouldn't that be a loss for you?"
"How about this—this junior will help you take them away."
"When Senior needs them in the future, this junior will return them to you."
Upon hearing this, Golden Puppet Elder waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Do as you please!"
As his words fell, the phantom of Golden Puppet Elder hovering in midair suddenly shrank, then transformed into a streak of light and entered the cracked wooden plaque.
Cheng Buzheng glanced at the spirit-nourishing wood plaque in his hand and thought to himself, This spirit-nourishing wood plaque probably won't hold out much longer before it becomes useless!
What a pity!
However, it was not solely because Golden Puppet Elder's cultivation was too high!
Of course!
It was also because Golden Puppet Elder had been nurtured within this spirit-nourishing wood plaque for far too long, consuming too much of the Spirit Wood's essence...
That was what had caused this!
Otherwise!
How could Spirit Wood of such grade crack for no reason at all?
No wonder...
Golden Puppet Elder wanted to enter a Mortal Cultivator's Sea of Consciousness as soon as possible.
Immediately afterward, Cheng Buzheng placed the wooden plaque into an empty Storage Bag, then walked toward the depths of the corridor.
A short while later,