"Dragon Lord has gone over to your side! Stop standing there and run!"
"Oh no, oh no, I've walked into a dead end!"
"Hey! Don't come this way! Go over there, go over there!"
This courtyard had been jointly crafted by Dongfang Zonggan and Dongfang Zongyi. Several spaces had been layered within it and linked together, forming an artificial miniature spatial maze.
This game-like design not only added some interaction for Yang Yuanhong after he entered the Dongfang Clan, but also allowed the younger generation of the family to experience the wonders of spatial Daoist Magic early on and improve their control over puppets.
Dongfang Yingcai sat in the inner room, dressed in red sleeves and a red gown, a phoenix crown and bridal headdress upon her head. Listening to the cries and shouts of her younger brothers and sisters in the outer room, she could not help but smile.
She then turned to the man she loved, who was already seated properly by the bed, and said softly, "I thought you would show off your mighty prowess and drag them all out in one go."
Dongfang Yingcai knew how formidable her husband was. If he truly got serious, it would not take even a quarter of an hour for him to seize control of all the puppets manipulated by those Dongfang Clan juniors.
With their immature methods, even with the aid of magical treasures, they could not possibly have been Yang Yuanhong's match.
"Hehe, how could I do that? I'm not one to spoil the fun. The children had been looking forward to this for so long, and the two seniors had gone through such painstaking effort. We had to play a while longer."
As Yang Yuanhong chuckled, he flipped his hand and held out a piece of sweet