"I had seen this kind of mark before, and the people who bore it also cultivated puppet arts. It was called the 'Divine Puppet Art.' They were also surnamed Shuang, but it was the Shuang from Shuangye. Their clan was not called the Heavenly Spirit Clan either—it was called Du Ye..."
As Li Yan recounted the tale, he also remembered why he had felt a faint sense of familiarity when Shuang Lianzhou had produced the three-legged Azure Luan back then. Similar arrays had been carved within the Thousand-Luo Ancient Ape that he had long since returned to Shuang Qingqing!
Though Shuang Qingqing had already harbored suspicions, the instant she heard Li Yan's opening sentence, it was as though five thunderbolts had struck her head. Her delicate body swayed, and she immediately braced herself against the stone table.
For a moment, she did not even know what Li Yan said afterward.
"The Shuang of Shuangye, puppet arts, the same patterns, the 'Divine Puppet Art'... Could it truly be Senior Brother Tongguan's branch? It must be Senior Brother Tongguan's branch..."
She kept repeating herself in a low murmur. Only after seven or eight breaths did she seem to suddenly awaken. Ignoring the tears welling up in her eyes, she seized Li Yan's shoulders!
At that moment, the only thing she could not confirm was the "Divine Puppet Art." Yet Shuang Qingqing was clever and quick-witted, and she guessed that perhaps, in order to evade pursuit, her senior brother had changed the name of the puppet art he cultivated.
Most importantly, Li Yan had actually seen that mark. That was what mattered most!
"Are you sure it was this mark? Are you sure? Where did you see them? Where was it?"
Shuang Qingqing had experienced immense sorrow and joy, life and death. Even