If he didn't act, then so be it; but once he moved, it had to be a thunderous sweep, leaving no room for counterattack.
Several days later, Lu Chang'sheng finally saw Fang Yuan again.
"Alchemist Lu, I'm glad I didn't fail my mission."
Fang Yuan stood atop the head of a puppet beast—over three meters tall, shaped like a ferocious tiger, and strikingly lifelike.
Lu Chang'sheng, well-versed in the Puppetry Technique, recognized the puppet beast at a glance.
It was called the "Puppet Tiger," with strength comparable to a late-stage Qi Cultivation body cultivator.
Lu Chang'sheng's heart tightened slightly; before now, he had never seen Fang Yuan use such a puppet beast. It seemed that, even if this wasn't his trump card, it was still one of his strongest methods.
