Wang Jinhai's shout startled Tang Changsheng, but delight rose in his heart. If Wang Jinhai's Magical Weapons worked, the time to strike at the City God's Netherworld Office would soon be at hand.
With that thought, he hurried into the room where Wang Jinhai sat.
The General's Temple was not large, but it had more than the one Quiet Room where the Sect Leader cultivated.
Neatly arranged beside Wang Jinhai were seven or eight weapons and pieces of armor. Each was only palm-sized, yet so finely made that, if not for their size and material, they could almost have passed for the real thing.
Tang Changsheng's eyes lit up. "Master Wang, are these what you made?"
"Exactly!" Wang Jinhai laughed. "I made a special Weapon Paper by mixing Ghostwood with bamboo and wood from the human world, then shaped it into these. Hahaha! I thought the Wang Household's craft would die in my hands. Who would have guessed I'd make an even better Weapon Paper? Hahaha..."
Tang Changsheng understood something of Wang Jinhai's wild excitement. These days, more and more traditional crafts had lost their use and gradually disappeared.
The Wang Household's paper craft had probably been headed for the same fate. Now Wang Jinhai had created something more useful than even his ancestors' Weapon Paper. No wonder he was overwhelmed!
Tang Changsheng let Wang Jinhai vent. His Heartlight stirred and shone outward, bathing the Paper Soldiers in a snow-white radiance that seemed almost tangible.
Under its glow, the palm-sized Paper Soldiers gradually gave off a tangible-looking light of their own and began to grow.
"Yin Soldier, come forth..." Tang Changsheng called sharply. A Grade C Guardian Yin Soldier shot out as a streak of black-and-white light.
Tang Changsheng pointed. The weapons landed in the Yin Soldier's hands, and the