Xu Yan's expression shifted slightly because something unusual had stirred inside the Spirit Beast Bag. Through the Ancient Demon Slave Talisman, he could sense Xuan Wuchang's intense resistance.
He cast an incantation at the Spirit Beast Bag, and Xuan Wuchang's bedraggled figure crawled out.
"Give me an explanation!" Xu Yan's voice was chilling, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
At the sight of that gaze, Xuan Wuchang's heart lurched, and a chill rose uncontrollably along his spine. Before him stood a ruthless Demon Cultivator; if he displeased him, his life might be in danger. At this thought, he hurriedly bowed respectfully to Xu Yan and explained, "Master, the pressure from the Puppet Treasure in your Spirit Beast Bag is too overwhelming. This subordinate truly cannot endure it."
Even after he finished speaking, the fear in his eyes did not fade. Xu Yan happened to notice this and knew he was not lying.
"The Puppet Treasure?!" Confusion first crossed Xu Yan's face. Then he remembered something, and a sharp gleam shot from his eyes.
"So it was that!"
With a beckoning motion, Xu Yan brought the enormous wooden puppet, with its red feathers and blue beak and its parrot-like shape, before them. The puppet was dull and lusterless. When his Divine Sense swept over it, he detected no pressure at all, nor had its spirituality increased in the slightest. It was much the same as when he had encountered it in the Ancient Demon Abyss.
Yet the instant the wooden puppet appeared, Xuan Wuchang reacted violently. He abruptly retreated several steps to the side, traces of fear in his gaze as he looked at it.
*This man actually possesses a puppet on the verge of developing Spirit Consciousness. He must be an old monster cultivating anew after body seizure! If that