The Demon Puppet Sect was a moderately sized faction that rarely ventured out into the world or dealt with outsiders.
Factions like this were everywhere in the Central Plains.
The so-called Two Sects, Three Valleys, and Four Pavilions had only become well known through their frequent dealings with others, and people used them to describe the hierarchy of factions in the Central Plains.
The entrance to the Demon Puppet Sect did not look particularly impressive. In fact, it was rather ordinary.
At the entrance, however, an enormous puppet stood in silence.
"Ew, this puppet is way uglier than yours."
Ziyan could not help commenting when she saw the bizarrely shaped puppet.
The Heavenly Demon Puppets Qin Yu refined might look strange, but at least they still resembled people.
How did this puppet of the Demon Puppet Sect look even remotely human?
"You must be Master Qin? My apologies for not coming out to greet you sooner."
Just as Qin Yu was about to shout for Qian Xunji to come out, a young man with a somewhat pale face emerged from the entrance.
"And you are...?"
"I am Qian Xu, the Young Sect Master of the Demon Puppet Sect. The healing medicine my father sought at the Pill Tower was for me."
Well, damn...
The Qian family really were cultured people. They put so much thought into their names, each one more memorable than the last.
Qian Xu...
He certainly looked frail enough to suit the name.
Qian Xunji: Couldn't you think of "humility" instead?
Qin Yu: I can't help it. With that face of your son's, what other first impression am I supposed to have?
"I see... but did my Trace-Origin Rebirth Pill not work?"
Qin Yu was a little puzzled by Qian Xu's frail appearance.
Logically speaking, the seventh-rank