Yunyi had been standing on his two hind legs. Now that he was relieved, he lowered his two front paws.
Wang Daoyuan continued, "Especially you, Yunyi."
At those words, Yunyi's front paws, which had just touched the ground, lifted again. His entire tiger body stood upright, his frame taut and his face full of guilt.
"Usually, you eat and sleep all day. Aside from roaring, all you know is how to run away.
"This time, while serving as the Sword Puppet's sparring partner, you should train properly too.
"You carry the bloodline of the White Tiger clan, yet your close-combat ability is this pathetic.
"If you keep eating and sleeping all day, I'll send you to soak in Lava Lake.
"By the way, while I was in seclusion improving my Puppet Art, you two didn't cause any trouble, did you?"
The dragon and tiger hurriedly shook their heads. Wang Minglong shook so hard that his black hair flew in every direction.
Yunyi's huge head shook so fiercely that it left afterimages.
These two were both restless by nature. It would have been strange if they had not caused trouble.
His little uncle had not sent any message, so they probably had not caused any major disaster.
He had no intention of pursuing the matter further and turned to leave the cave abode.
Only then did Yunyi let out a sigh of relief, lower his front paws, and follow behind Wang Daoyuan.
The foundation of the puppet soul was merely the soul of a second-order high-grade Demon Beast.
Although it had been enhanced with a secret technique and could barely reach the level of a Golden Core Cultivator in comprehending sword intent,
its divine sense was far too weak, even weaker than that of a Demon Beast of the same rank.