For evil cultivators, shadow puppetry wasn't something to be concerned about. If cultivated to great success, the skin would merge with the spiritual flesh, making it a formidable body technique magical artifact—something truly rare.
Unfortunately, relations between evil cultivators were inherently unstable. Evil Cultivator Zhang had no intention of selling his technique to anyone else.
Seeing him stay silent, that other evil cultivator smiled faintly, a flash of gloom passing through his eyes.
"Will Fellow Daoist Mo also take a step?" Evil Cultivator Zhang looked at him with a grin.
As fellow evil cultivators traveling together, when faced with danger, of course there was no way one would face it alone.
Mo, the evil cultivator, understood the unspoken rules, nodded, then slapped a talisman onto his body; a radiance enveloped him.
He didn't have a technique like shadow puppetry, so he could only rely on this talisman technique for protection as he entered the Shi Mansion.
