One arm wrapped around Chu Aoqing, the other pressed tightly against his face, hiding his agony from view. This time, however, the pain lasted longer than before. His expression only eased after the hulking figure had completely appeared.
Mu Chen looked up, and his mouth fell open subconsciously when he saw the metallic figure standing behind Mu Junwu.
"Fallen Nether Puppet..." The words came out in a hollow, emotionless voice, as if they hadn't come from him at all.
That was right. The massive figure standing behind Mu Junwu was not a living creature, but a Human-shaped Puppet reminiscent of a steel warrior. Yet, despite its resemblance to steel, a closer look revealed that the puppet with the metallic sheen was actually crafted entirely from wood. Wood that gleamed like metal could only be Tie Mu, and judging from the puppet's luster, this was an exceptionally rare ten-thousand-year-old Tie Mu.
