Chen Lin stood and stretched. His bones crackled, and the vast true essence of the Nascent Soul stage surged ceaselessly through his meridians.
"Heavenly Hatred, how is the puppet refining coming along?"
"My lord, we have more than enough materials. Changqingzi and I have been working day and night. The second batch of two hundred early Nascent Soul Battle Puppets will all be ready for delivery tomorrow." Heavenly Hatred True Lord immediately bowed his head to report, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
Chen Lin nodded. Including the previous batch, he now had more than three hundred Nascent Soul Battle Puppets. If the Sea Tribe dared show themselves again, he would not mind flattening the Mariana Trench outright.
Just as Chen Lin was considering his next expansion plans, ripples suddenly spread across the formation above the Courtyard Compound.
Immediately afterward, a disheveled figure plummeted from the sky and slammed straight into the bluestone paving in the Back Courtyard with a dull thud.
Thud!
Everyone startled. Yun Sheng instantly drew her sword, while demonic qi surged from Heavenly Hatred True Lord.
"Don't attack! It's me!"
The figure on the ground scrambled to his feet and stumbled toward Chen Lin, paying no attention even to his torn robe.
It was Changqingzi.
He was supposed to be inspecting the Soldier Kings' progress at the Special Operations Base three hundred li away today. How had he ended up in this state?
"Changqingzi, were you attacked by the Demon Tribe?" Yun Sheng asked with a frown, keeping the Azure Cloud Sword drawn.
"No... no Demon Tribe..." Changqingzi gasped for breath, his aged face contorted with overwhelming shock and fear. He stared fixedly at Chen Lin, his lips trembling for a long moment before he finally forced out the words. "My lord... something major