Everywhere in Feng Mansion was filled with the sound of drums, except for Feng Heyuan's courtyard, which remained cold and desolate.
At this moment inside the courtyard,
Feng Heyuan was entirely focused on crafting the puppet in his hands.
He took out a golden fruit, the size of a fist, and placed it into the puppet's body.
The fruit began to pulse inside.
The puppet gained a heart!
Its eyes snapped open.
Puppetry Technique, controlling puppets ranks lower, creating puppets ranks higher.
For hundreds of years, the Feng Family had been striving to create a puppet comparable to a True Master; after three years, now Feng Heyuan was fulfilling the Puppet Clan's generational wish.
The puppet emitted a familiar voice, "Husband!"
The pride of generations became a dark history that disregarded human ethics, Feng Heyuan's gaze turned obscure, his fingers slowly reaching out toward the puppet.
That day...
She called him the same way!
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