Time flew by.
In the South, inside a secluded courtyard in a mortal city.
An Array had already been laid down, isolating the area from outsiders. Beneath the large scholar tree in the courtyard, a youth in red robes sat cross-legged.
The youth's face was identical to Lü Yang's, only much younger. His brows were raised and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, giving him a sharp, spirited air that Lü Yang's original body lacked. The only unfortunate thing was that his gaze was quite dull, his pupils unfocused and lifeless. He was clearly just a soulless, empty shell.
'Not bad, not bad...'
In another corner of the courtyard, Lü Yang used [Puppet] to observe his masterpiece with great interest through the eyes of the Qi Refining Wanderer he was controlling.
At this moment, he was operating on a particular assumption.
