Although the fellow addressed him respectfully, Shen Bing kept feeling that something was off about his gaze. It was completely different from the Demon Puppet Artisan's.
Was it mockery? It didn't look that way to Shen Bing. He could sense the fellow's loyalty to him, but what was with that look?
If the system hadn't already bound the fellow to him as his master, Shen Bing really would have worried about him turning traitor!
This was Earth. If someone with the strength of an immortal started wreaking havoc, it would be a real headache. He posed a far greater threat than a nuclear bomb—he was a walking nuclear bomb himself.
Shen Bing had never dealt with a Divine Puppet Artisan in the Immortal Realm before. At most, he had seen them a few times on Craftsman God Island.
He didn't understand exactly what sort of being a Divine Puppet Artisan was.
Until now, he had assumed that a Divine Puppet Artisan was simply more sophisticated and powerful than a Puppet Artisan. Now, however, it seemed there was a fundamental difference between the two.
"Master Qiao, do you know where you came from?"
Master Qiao smiled. "Of course. I came from the Immortal Realm. I returned to the Mortal Realm to help you accomplish your great undertaking, Master."
Now it was Shen Bing's turn to be baffled. "What great undertaking?" he asked in bewilderment.
Master Qiao tilted his head up at a forty-five-degree angle to gaze at the sky. "All things have their destined course within the Unseen. This old servant cannot reveal heavenly secrets."
Oh, for fuck's sake. Give you an inch and you take a mile. Heavenly secrets, my ass! If there really were heavenly secrets involved, how could sages like Lord Lao not know who I am?
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