Chương 132: The Rules of Dharmic Armaments

The following morning, Lin Tianhao emerged from his cave abode, his face as black as charcoal. He immediately saw the thirty over burly puppets, which made his anger skyrocket. He shut his eyes before turning to return to his cave abode a while later. He packed up his belongings, and when he emerged again, he stepped away in a steadfast manner without turning his head once.

He no longer wished to fight Wang Baole there, having recognized that it was a waste of time. If the status quo was maintained, Wang Baole would not be the least affected. Rather, his own cultivation would be hampered, and his progress in making Dharmic Artifacts would be slowed.

Realizing that Lin Tianhao had packed up and left, Wang Baole suddenly grew anxious. He ran out and waved to him, intending to persuade him to return, but Lin Tianhao sped up upon seeing Wang Baole.

Ah, what a perfect test subject. What a pity that he left just like that…