Shadowlong Studio Can Also Enter the Immortal Dao

Shadowlong Studio.

Shang Shuliang was bent over his desk, carefully carving a shadow puppet.

Jingle—

Bursts of wind-chime sounds echoed before the door.

The two maidservants standing before the studio spoke at the same time.

"Welcome, honored guests."

Whoosh—

A fragrant wind suddenly rose, and a small boat landed horizontally before the studio. One man and two women stepped down.

The two maidservants froze when they saw the three visitors' faces.

Yet when they tried to recall them again, they could not remember what any of the three looked like.

"Not bad puppets."

The Demon Emperor Chiling studied the two maidservants. Though they wore ordinary clothing, their skin color and joints revealed them to be two skin puppets.

Dongfang Yunqi glanced at her without speaking.

After making their pact with the Demon Emperor, the two of them had intended to see her off.

But the Demon Emperor Chiling seemed incapable of understanding. She had no intention of leaving at all, stubbornly remaining aboard the little boat to snatch their tea and pastries.

Although Heng Hua had verbally driven her away three times, seeing how thick-skinned she was, he said nothing further.

"Eh, human skin?" Fu Henghua had also noticed the mystery of the two maidservants.

After examining them for a few moments, he smiled at the women. "The person who saved you had decent skill. Unfortunately, your bodies were damaged too badly. Patched-together skin can never compare to the original—did he not know Human-Skin Cultivation?"

Those few casual remarks frightened the two maidservants into retreating again and again.

Quite a few cultivators nearby knew they were shadow-puppet marionettes. Yet not one knew the material of their shadow puppets, much less the manner of their deaths.

Had an enemy come knocking?

But the bastards who had raped and murdered us had