...What the fuck are these sects called again?!
"What the hell kind of world had Wade turned this into..."
Seeing the bizarre scene before him, even Fang Mo could not help feeling his vision go dark.
It would have been one thing if the other guy were riding his own body through the sky, but he was also holding a mysterious cockroach whose ass was glowing. What the hell was this cultivation world trying to become?
"Fellow Daoist, what are you muttering about over there?"
Perhaps having heard Fang Mo's quiet grumbling, the young man opposite him... or rather, Daoist Baihe, slowly descended from the sky.
Like parking a motorcycle, he first lifted one foot and stepped off his other "self," then formed a hand seal. His other "self" blankly shifted from hovering in the air to kneeling on one knee, then stood up and remained expressionlessly in place like a puppet.
"You..."
Having witnessed the entire process, Fang Mo's eye twitched involuntarily.
"Ah~~ Fellow Daoist, do not be afraid."
Daoist Baihe appeared utterly calm. "This is a flying sword doll I created myself. I merely referenced the puppet-refining experience compiled by elders from several sects. It is not a corpse puppet, so rest assured... our Nine Heavens Refining Together Sect is a respectable righteous sect, unlike those lowly Demonic Cultivators from the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect."
"Emmm..."
For a moment, Fang Mo did not know what expression he should make.
After all, in his opinion, both sect names sounded rather improper.
"Fellow Daoist, you still have not answered my question."
As Fang Mo pondered this, Daoist Baihe beside him asked again, "Are you the sect master of Fengyue Temple?"
"Oh, I am."
Fang Mo nodded along.
"That is good."
Daoist Baihe breathed a sigh of relief. "A