"Crack, crack!"
A burst of violent noise erupted from the belly of the puppet mechanism beast, followed by thick smoke. The puppet mechanism beast then stopped moving altogether.
"You've calmed down now, haven't you!"
In a flash, Li Wutian stood up from the ground, grabbed the head of the puppet mechanism beast, lifted it, and stuffed it into his "Hundred Treasures Pouch."
"Li Daoyou! Are you alright?"
At this moment, several footsteps sounded outside Li Yunjing's room. Four or five people rushed in through the broken door.
Each held a flying sword, their expressions extremely anxious.
"Huh?"
As these disciples of the "Myriad Swords Sect" entered and saw the mess in Li Yunjing's room but only found Li Yunjing himself without any enemies, they were momentarily stunned, unsure of what to do.
They glanced at Li Yunjing a few times, seeing that he was uninjured, and collectively heaved a sigh of relief!
Each of them thought to themselves, "A blessing within misfortune!"
