Zhang Tiancheng's eyes were lifeless, his complexion deathly pale, and the voice that issued from his mouth was utterly devoid of emotion. His head, which had just been reattached, promptly fell off again.
"My head..." Zhang Tiancheng reached out to catch it but was a step too slow.
Bending down to search again, his movements were exceedingly stiff and slow. It took quite some fumbling with his hands before he managed to secure his head in place once more.
Still not recovered? Mu Yunqing frowned slightly upon seeing this. Normally, after so many days, Zhang Tiancheng should have almost fully recovered. However, it was the first time he had used his puppet-refining method. A few imperfections were somewhat expected.
"Lord, I can't fix my head back on," Zhang Tiancheng said woodenly, his hands supporting his head, afraid to let go.
Mu Yunqing: "..."
It seemed he really hadn't refined it properly.
"Don't move. Let me try."
