"Senior, I presume you were the one controlling this black wooden bird. May I ask why you brought me here, and what you would have me do?" After watching this scene, Shen Luo fell silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and spoke.
Although his magic power had been sealed, his divine sense remained unaffected. The white-haired figure's aura was barely perceptible, and whenever his divine sense approached him, an invisible force pushed it away. He could not sense the man's cultivation level at all.
Such an ability was far beyond any Mahayana cultivator. This had to be someone at the True Immortal stage or higher.
"Oh? How do you know I have a task for you, rather than simply intending to kill you?" the white-haired figure asked without turning around. His voice was the same one that had come from the black wooden bird earlier.
"Your cultivation is unfathomable, Senior, and this black bird puppet armor possesses extraordinary combat prowess. If you truly wished to kill me, you could have done so long ago. There would have been no need to go to such lengths to bring me here." Shen Luo gave a faint, self-mocking smile.
"Your cultivation is a little lacking, but you have a clever head on your shoulders. Had you not been so outrageously bold as to use a soul-bewitching technique on a disciple of my Heavenly Mechanism City, I might have let you off this once for that quick wit of yours." The white-haired figure clapped his hands in praise.
"Since you know what I did earlier, Senior, you must also have heard the questions I asked your disciple. I acted only to protect myself and survive, with no intention of targeting Heavenly Mechanism City. I hope you can understand." Shen Luo bowed.
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