"Oh my god!"
Wu Sun saw the main character and couldn't help shouting.
It wasn't that he wasn't calm; the other two young men weren't doing any better, their faces ashen and trembling.
"It seems that all my puppets have died at your hands."
The scholar approached step by step, his demeanor relaxed, as if taking a stroll.
Li Rui didn't ask how he knew or how he found this place.
For a top-level master with extraordinary abilities, it's not surprising what means they possess.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My surname is Zuo."
The scholar smiled, "My things are in your hands. Return them to me, and then you can leave."
The three remaining looked at each other, unable to decide.
Li Rui reached out to He Chengli, who understood and took out a stack of soul boxes the size of a palm from his chest, placing them in his hand.
Their minds weren't functioning well now because of the immense pressure coming from the scholar.
