Once Qian Diheng flew over to Xiao Hua's side, both uneasy and grateful, he saw a pile of black fragments scattered across the scorched yellow ground. This time, however, the fragments were not as tiny as before—or rather, they were not fragments at all, but several large chunks!
"Th-this is a puppet?" Qian Diheng was naturally well-traveled and knowledgeable. One look at the shapes of those large pieces, and he immediately understood, blurting it out.
"Exactly!" Xiao Hua said with a smile. "I thought it looked somewhat familiar just now, but I couldn't remember what it was. These fragments actually came from a puppet."
Indeed, the large fragments before them were shaped like parts of a human body. They seemed to have been sliced apart by the spatial rift Qian Diheng had encountered earlier, shattering the entire puppet and scattering it across the ground. It was not difficult to identify.
"Why would there be a puppet here?" Kun Feiyan and Xun Shu also flew over, asking in great puzzlement. "Puppets have always been rare in our Xi Kingdom. There are no sects proficient in refining puppets! It seems... only the Puppet Sect north of the Meng Kingdom on the entire Xiaoyu Continent possesses the ability to refine such things, doesn't it?"
"The Puppet Sect?" Qian Diheng shook his head slightly. "I heard that the Puppet Sect suffered some calamity several hundred years ago and was wiped out by mysterious cultivators."
"Yes, it was precisely because the Puppet Sect was gone that puppets on the Xiaoyu Continent became fewer and fewer!" Xun Shu nodded. "Who would have thought we would see a puppet inside Mingxi?"
"I wonder when this puppet was left behind!" Xiao Hua said softly as he picked up a large piece of the puppet's remains. Yet before his