Ji Youzhi's alarm drew the suspicious gazes of those around him. Their eyes all moved to the figure on deck, Mr. Wu, who was entirely shrouded in black and had suddenly gone limp.
Princess Ata bent over and reached out, but all she grasped was an empty black robe. "A Puppet!"
Princess Ata exclaimed in shock, lifting the robe only to find nothing beneath. "How did this happen?" Ji Youzhi asked, puzzled.
The National Master sighed. "From the beginning, I found it strange. Why would Mr. Wu completely enshroud himself in a black robe, threatening us with death, yet always keep so far away? While fighting him, he was steadily retreating. I couldn't understand it at first, but I do now. He was luring us into a trap!"
"A trap? National Master, what are you implying?"
"I believe the real Mr. Wu is waiting for us up ahead. He tried to use the flood dragon to eliminate us, but he just didn't expect the flood dragon to submit to the Princess Royal!"
