Sure enough, he had a corpse puppet. Of course—he was an elite of Taiyi Sect. It would have been stranger if he did not have one. The first thing Zhang Yuanqing examined was not the Maoshan Taoist, but the tall figure behind him.
As a Night Wanderer, he could tell at a glance that it was a corpse puppet.
It wore loose long sleeves and trousers, with sections of silver rings wrapped around each wrist, covering both forearms.
He did not know what class it was. Zhang Yuanqing then studied the youth: pale, thin, and lacking masculinity, dressed in black shirt and black trousers, with woven vine guards tied around his calves.
The frail youth looked over from afar, wearing a polite smile.
"Yuanshi Tianzun, I have long admired your name!
"Every time I hear your name, I cannot help but think of the phrase, 'Elder Sun was muddleheaded!' It is like an instinct. I have been completely brainwashed."
Laughter erupted from the audience.
Elder Sun turned his head and swept a cold, merciless gaze over the disciples behind him.
Everyone from Taiyi Sect immediately fell silent, lowering their heads to stifle their laughter.
Your name is pretty distinctive too. It makes me think of Uncle Nine. Zhang Yuanqing shouted toward the elders' seats:
"Elder Sun, this kid says you are muddleheaded. Want me to beat him up for you?"
The laughter around them grew even louder. This joke was famous far and wide, widely circulated among the official organizations. From the Five Elements Alliance to Taiyi Sect, practically anyone who spent time online knew it.
Now that one of the people involved was joking about it himself, the absurdity and amusement immediately doubled.
Elder Sun's face darkened, but he said nothing.
Elder Hongying looked at Dog Elder in surprise.