Inside the pavilion.
Li Ping admitted that he had personally crafted the second-tier upper-grade puppet in the courtyard.
For a time, Daoist Gaoji fell silent within the microcosm realm.
Only after a long while did he slowly speak, a wistful note in his voice. "I never imagined that another member of the Heavenly Craft Sect had survived that day besides me. Fellow Daoist Li, may I ask who taught you your Puppet Art?"
By now, Daoist Gaoji was almost certain.
Though the Heavenly Craft Sect had been destroyed, its legacy had not been extinguished.
Another cultivator of the Heavenly Craft Sect had escaped the calamity that destroyed it, and that person had passed down its Puppet Art.
This Li Ping before him was most likely an heir to that branch.
Although the Heavenly Craft Sect's lineage was not the only school of Puppet Art in the world.
Li Ping's puppet was almost identical to the Heavenly Craft Sect's puppets from a thousand years ago. Even some of the flaws Daoist Gaoji had discovered and resolved over the past millennium were present in Li Ping's puppet.
Could that possibly be a coincidence?
As for the Puppet Art being passed down while the Myriad Spirits Divine Sense Art was lost?
There was nothing strange about that.
After all, more than a thousand years had passed. It was perfectly normal for a cultivation method to be lost.
The only thing that left Daoist Gaoji somewhat rueful was that the surviving sect member and his descendants seemed to have little talent for Puppet Art.
Such obvious flaws, such simple improvements-over a thousand years had passed, yet they had resolved none of them. They could not even compare to an old man who had nothing left but a remnant soul.
Since Daoist Gaoji had only