Yang Wenqing's divine sense spread out the instant Lan Ying landed, sweeping across dozens of kilometers of airspace to confirm the locations of the Third Realm cultivators on their side.
After adjusting his posture in midair, "Wu Gu" said, "Don't be so nervous. This puppet's strength is limited, but don't underestimate it either. If you're careless... you could still die."
His tone was like that of an old child—and the kind of old child from a horror story!
At the edge of the battlefield, Ying Sha's pupils contracted sharply the instant he saw that smile. His body began to retreat uncontrollably, but after only two steps, he suddenly froze. The fear in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by the same composure as Wu Gu's.
Yang Wenqing glanced between Ying Sha and Wu Gu, frowning. "They took you as their master, yet you turned them into puppets."
"Wu Gu" replied with a smile, "Wrong. I gave them new lives first. They were originally Corpse Soldiers, empty shells without consciousness. I gave them names and memories, gave them a second life. Only then did they take me as their master."
Lan Ying crouched on Yang Wenqing's shoulder and asked, "Is doing this fun?"
Zhu Sheng seemed amused by her words and laughed. Once he finished, he looked at Lan Ying and said, "I don't understand what you find so objectionable. Have you heard a legend?" Without waiting for Lan Ying's answer, he continued, "The legend says that every living being in this universe is actually a puppet of The Sage. He uses—"
"Senior Zhu Sheng."
Yang Wenqing loudly interrupted Zhu Sheng. It was the best choice from a rational standpoint. Then he said, "Senior stands at the peak of this world, yet personally descended upon such a remote place. Was