The old man took out a few spiritual tools and gave them to Yun Chujiu. “Good disciple, you should at least leave some coffins for master, right? Take these first. Master will give you a few more when he gets something good in the future.”
Yun Chujiu felt that old man Qiaogan would get angry if she took more, so she stopped and told him about the process of making the puppet No. 1.
After the old man heard it, the impact he received was no weaker than when he saw puppet No. 1, he shouted angrily, “Nonsense! This is simply nonsense! Don’t you know that the spiritual sense is the weakest part of a cultivator? You actually tried to split your spiritual sense? This is too much nonsense!”
Yun chujiu blinked her eyes. “Master, but I’m fine. I’ll make up for it when my spiritual sense is missing!”
Although the dry old man didn’t believe it, he could only sigh when he saw that Yun Chujiu was really fine. This guy was a pervert. How could he be fine like this?