Chen Sheng's gaze swept over the paper figure as he said coolly,
"Speak. What are your origins?"
"My surname is Liu. I serve as an emissary for the Taiping Dao."
The paper figure introduced itself, stopping several dozen feet from Chen Sheng.
"You've got some nerve. A rebel like you, daring to come see me."
"What is it? Are you certain I won't apprehend you? Or are you just confident that your strength far surpasses my own?"
Chen Sheng's brow furrowed slightly, and he let out a soft snort.
Chen Sheng already knew the man's identity from a prompt in the Celestial Book, but he still put on a timely display of surprise and suspicion.
"No, no, no. If I were here in person, Chen, you would indeed be unable to capture me."
"But this is merely a paper effigy, a wisp of my consciousness. It's no match for Yunzhou's number one prodigy."
The Liu Daoist smiled.
