Fang Hao held the warm Jade Slip of the fragment of the heavenly craft puppet manual in his hand, his heart surging. He was about to immediately enter secluded meditation to comprehend it and begin repairing the golden puppet. However, just as he sat down cross-legged in the quiet room, the protective Formation outside the courtyard transmitted a slight fluctuation. It wasn't an attack, but rather someone touching the doorbell restriction.
Immediately after, a slightly low but undeniably majestic voice transmitted through the Formation; it was the very same voice from the central booth at the auction that had fiercely competed against him!
"Fellow Daoist inside the courtyard, I am Gong Mingliang, come specifically to visit. Please open the door for a chat."
