The voice of the Nascent Soul Cultivator was not loud, but it hit Fang Hao's heart like a heavy hammer!
His nerves, which had just begun to relax, instantly tightened like a bowstring again!
Finished!
Just after driving away a pack of jackals, he had run into a fierce tiger!
And a fierce tiger at the Nascent Soul Stage at that!
Fang Hao looked up and saw the green-robed Cultivator standing in mid-air, his sleeves fluttering, appearing casual, but that deep-as-the-sea pressure made it impossible for him to breathe.
The other party's gaze did not linger on him, a small Foundation Establishment Cultivator, at all; instead, it was filled with interest and a trace of greed as it sized up the golden puppet standing before him.
"Tsk tsk, this Puppet... the material is extraordinary, its spiritual charm is restrained, it is actually at the Middle Nascent Soul Stage level! Rare, truly rare!"
