"Is this how you spar with women?"
Just then, a young woman's voice, clear and elegant as a mountain spring murmuring over stones, drifted from the direction of his finger.
The voice was ethereal and melodious, as though carrying the tranquility and freshness of the forest.
Xiao Qian instinctively shuddered, as if struck by an electric current.
At that moment, his spiritual senses gave no response, as though they had fallen asleep. An inexplicable terror surged through his heart like a rising tide.
For an instant, he almost thought he had encountered a ghost.
"It's the Fairy Spirit Puppet!"
He abruptly came to his senses, his heart tightening, and pulled the Fairy Spirit Puppet from his Storage Ring with lightning speed, before thunder could reach the ear.
The flawless Fairy Spirit Puppet, resembling a young woman, appeared before him once again.
Faint wisps of fragrance emanated from its body, delicate and captivating, barely perceptible, as though drifting from a distant immortal realm.
"How did you come over on your own?"
Xiao Qian's eyes instantly shone like stars, filled with delighted surprise.
He gazed at the Fairy Spirit Puppet-or, more precisely, at Ling Qingzhu within it.
His gaze burned as though he were looking at a treasure vault from another world, filled with boundless riches, every treasure within exerting a fatal attraction upon him.
Seeing his expression, Ling Qingzhu dearly wanted to roll her eyes in exasperation.
But the refined upbringing she had received since childhood made her restrain the impulse. Such a gesture would hardly be dignified.
She could only shake her head gently and explain patiently, "My soul seems to have formed some special contract with this puppet. With a mere thought, I can inhabit its body whenever I wish."
"So that's how it works..." Xiao Qian scratched his