Song Yan frowned slightly. A Mechanism Puppet actually possessed intelligence like that of a human cultivator.
She knew to watch a battle from afar without approaching, could judge the situation independently, and even intervene to rescue others.
Was this really something ordinary puppet techniques could achieve?
His Void-Viewing Sword Eye remained active as he scrutinized the puppet.
Yet he found nothing unusual.
"Young hero, are you examining me?"
The Mechanism Puppet's voice was inexplicably high-pitched. Had she been a human cultivator, she would have sounded rather excited.
Song Yan was somewhat taken aback. Only then did he realize that the one standing before him was no ordinary, lifeless puppet.
Unable to tell whether she was angry or feeling something else, he gave a slight bow, prompted by the manners his grandfather had instilled in him since childhood.
"My apologies for the offense. This humble Daoist is Song Yan."
Even as he spoke, he continued pondering.
Could the Puppet Mechanist who created this puppet have used some forbidden method to seal a Demon Spirit or a human soul inside this puppet shell?
Looking at the character "Zhi" on her forehead, something stirred inexplicably in his heart, vaguely linking her to the Puppet Mechanist named Ruan Tongchen and the mysterious room in the basement.
Countless questions and mysteries surged into his mind.
However, Song Yan was not a meddler, and he knew all the more that such matters involved taboos concerning souls and the secrets of puppet arts.
This puppet had just saved Ying Yu. Whatever her origins, she bore no ill intent at present.
Thus, he asked no further questions about it.
"Th-thank you!" Ying Yu finally recovered, bobbing her head as she gave the Mechanism Puppet a deep bow. "If it hadn't been for you-"
At the thought of those