"They're just some figurines?"
When the Book Spirit flew back to Li Yun's side, she finally came to her senses.
From Li Yun's current perspective, those shattered porcelain dolls with white heads and powdered faces were clearly exquisite humanoid figurines.
Judging by the serial numbers on the back of the broken porcelain, these figurines might even be some sort of industrial product from a production line.
"I never expected you to possess the 'God's' power."
The previous laziness and casualness vanished.
Zhao E stared gravely at the Book Spirit beside Li Yun, his words revealing an indescribable caution.
"Where did you get this book?"
"Who is the deity behind you?"
No one understood better than Zhao E how terrifying a 'God's' power truly was.
By sheer chance, he had received a blessing from the God, granting him the power to bestow 'life' upon ordinary objects.
