Old Huang asked in surprise.
"When I'm bored, I hang out in the library and read any book I can find."
With a roar, Firewing Dog sent Gingerbread flying far away like an arrow.
"Old Huang, hurry up!"
The strong wind carried the sound of gingerbread to the back.
Old Huang muttered, "Not everyone has a divine beast. I'd like to go fast, but my mount isn't up to the task."
The closer you get to White Bone Ridge, the heavier the resentment becomes.
As we approached the airspace above White Bone Ridge.
Gingerbread stuck an invisibility talisman on his body, and when Old Huang flew over, he also patted him on the back.
Even Xie Yingnan's succession is in danger.
The enemy's strength should not be underestimated.
Only those who plot in the shadows have a better chance of saving lives.
"Do you remember where we last saw the puppet?" Gingerbread asked Elder Huang telepathically.
"Qian Laishan gave Song Yuechen a puppet to guard his cave?"
"Yes, the book records that after the Puppet Sect was destroyed, no puppets ever appeared again on the Eight Desolate Continent."
Gingerbread squinted as it surveyed White Bone Ridge.
Evil energy surged below, and white bones were visible everywhere, their skeletons gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
The same crescent moon.
The moonlight on Xianyu Peak is gentle and flawless.
Meanwhile, on this side...
The moonlight lost its color, and the whole mountain looked bleak and desolate.
"There are two possibilities for the appearance of the puppets: either the Puppet Sect members are not all dead, or—"
Old Huang paused in silence for a moment.
"Or perhaps someone obtained the secret techniques of the Puppet Sect by chance and achieved some success in crafting puppets."
"Hey, tell me, where did that bastard Song Yuechen get the puppet?"
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