Accompanied by the sound of applause, a pale-faced young man walked out from behind them, accompanied by a tall corpse puppet, which astonishingly had a seventy percent resemblance to him.
"Ten Thousand Puppet Sect, Yang Qiu!"
Zhiwei's eyes narrowed, and her delicate hand rested on the gourd at her waist.
"Smart."
Yang Qiu's lips curved into a smile,
"Hand over the supreme treasure you obtained from the depths of Yunduan Mountain, and in my great mercy, I will turn you into my most cherished puppets, which would not be a waste of your good looks."
"Pah! You're ugly but you sure think beautifully!"
Qing Jun glared, not only unafraid but rather excitedly clenched her small fists, making a cracking sound.
"Ha, since that's the case... Hongluan, tear them apart!"
Yang Qiu sneered, wasting no more words.
Hongluan was the corpse puppet beside him.
"Roar——!"
