Such marks were usually left by a master artificer or alchemist only on works they were particularly pleased with, or works that held special meaning.
But neither of them had ever seen this mark before.
And the two of them were well traveled. What master artificer within hundreds of thousands of miles did they not know?
Since that master artificer had a mark of his own, even if he no longer crafted artifacts now, what about before?
Surely some spiritual artifacts or magical treasures he had made should have found their way into the world. How had they never seen one?
Then there was the expression on Shuang Chongshan's face the instant he entered the shop. In his alarm, he had failed to conceal it, and both men had noticed.
With their long experience of killing, they had clearly seen a trace of terror in his eyes.
They knew that terror all too well. It was the look any living creature gave when faced with a danger it could not resist.
They were certain they had not mistaken it. It was not mere shock or lingering fear that the magical treasure had nearly been sold.
"What secret could this puppet hold to terrify him so? He's already a cultivator at the False Core Realm. Just imagine what it would take to frighten him!"
The cultivator surnamed Ma and his companion reached the same suspicion without a word. Afterward, they pressed Shuang Chongshan on whether such puppets could be made to order.
But no matter how sound Shuang Chongshan's reasons were, his answer was exactly what they had expected: he could not order a puppet for them, nor could he name the master who had made it.
Once everything had matched their conjecture, the two men were convinced that the puppet