In the moment of jumping down, Fu Shiyan heard Pei Jiu's voice rise, "I'll go help the Abbot."
Fu Shiyan watched his figure disappear at the edge of the cliff, his eyes chillingly cold.
He had heard the conversation between Pei Jiu and Jiangli just now.
Pei Jiu was probably being manipulated by Qu Lin earlier, but what about now?
Who can guarantee that he and Qu Lin aren't of one mind?
Seeing him go down, Fu Shiyan did not relax; instead, he became even more tense.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand, and a wisp of water vapor appeared, like flowing water, soft yet sturdy, sweeping away the puppets around him in an instant.
However, Meng Hongyao and the others were utterly reckless.
Once swept away, they surged back like a tide.
Fu Shiyan was blocked by them in place.
On the other side.
Jiangli extinguished the Puppet Candle, planning to modify the talismans and make the Puppet Formation completely disappear, so Meng Hongyao and others could regain their rationality.
