The figure that flew over was a middle-aged man, but he was not made of flesh and blood. He was a man forged from dark-gold metal.
"This is...!"
Su Mo was astonished. It was his first time seeing a man made of metal. Could such a thing even live?
"Su Mo, this is a Puppet Man. As long as its energy does not run dry, it possesses endless life."
At Su Mo's side, Wusheng saw the astonishment written all over his face and explained, "Low-level Puppet Men have no intelligence, but the intelligence of top-tier Puppet Men is not inferior to that of ordinary people."
"Oh? A Puppet Man?" Su Mo was filled with doubt and wonder. It was truly miraculous.
As the two spoke, the middle-aged Puppet Man had already flown above the plaza and stood suspended in the air.
No one here could fly, yet this Puppet Man was completely unrestricted.
The middle-aged man stood in the air, his grayish-white metal eyes sweeping over the crowd. "Not bad. This batch is much stronger than the previous few. I hope one of you can join my Azure Divine Palace. Even if you cannot become a formal disciple of my Azure Divine Palace, becoming a registered disciple would still be good."
The middle-aged man's voice was extremely hoarse, as though two pieces of metal were scraping against each other, making everyone's eardrums tingle.
A registered disciple?
The crowd looked at one another. They had to know that they were the foremost geniuses in all of Eastern Continent under the age of twenty-five. Any one of them was renowned far and wide within their own region.
Geniuses like them were the favored sons of heaven given priority training, whether in their Lineage or sect.
Yet even so, their chances of becoming