"Hm? You actually detected the Chameleon Puppet Armor while it was invisible?" Just as Shen Luo was examining the Chameleon Puppet before him, a surprised voice sounded from within it.
"Puppet armor? Are you a disciple of Heavenly Mechanism City?" Shen Luo paused in surprise.
"I am indeed a disciple of Heavenly Mechanism City. Who are you?" the voice inside the Chameleon Puppet Armor asked.
"My name is Shen Luo, a disciple of Spring Autumn Temple in Great Tang." Delighted, Shen Luo cupped his hands slightly as he spoke.
"Shen Luo? Could you be the Shen Luo who won this Three Realms Martial Meet?" The voice inside the Chameleon Puppet Armor rose.
"That would be me." Shen Luo nodded and formed a hand seal, dispersing the blue light around him.
"So you really are Fellow Daoist Shen. I saw your performance at the Three Realms Martial Meet. Your strength was formidable, and I admire you greatly." An opening appeared in the abdomen of the Chameleon Puppet Armor, and a burly, dark-skinned man flew out. His face brimmed with enthusiasm, and he seemed to hold Shen Luo in great esteem.
"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist." Shen Luo returned the salute.
"My name is Lin Han. Fellow Daoist Shen, what are you and this ghost pet doing skulking around here? I thought you were some sort of villains," the dark-skinned man added.
His words made Shen Luo frown. Was that supposed to be an apology or a sneer?
That was certainly no way to apologize, but if he was mocking them, his utterly sincere expression hardly suggested it.
The Ghost General lacked Shen Luo's restraint. Enraged by those words, he was about to lash out.
"Junior Brother Lin Han, stop talking nonsense!" An angry roar came from afar. A streak of golden