Chapter 102
Half a month later.
Inside the seclusion chamber.
Fang Qing sat cross-legged with his eyes tightly closed.
Before him moved several doll-like puppets, awkwardly shuffling about.
One puppet had a humanoid shape but stood only palm-sized, clutching a tiny bow.
It drew the bowstring back and released!
Whoosh!
A verdant green beam comparable to late-stage Qi Refining power shot out and struck the cave residence wall, only to be swiftly neutralized by the protective restrictions and fade into nothingness.
Another puppet, shaped like a small bird, circled lazily through the chamber. Every so often it would falter as if about to crash, yet at the critical moment it would flap its wings desperately and regain altitude.