On the way to escort Li Xuan, Tang Yuan, who also practiced Puppetry, couldn't help rolling up Li Xuan's sleeve. Looking at the puppet shell—which lacked even joints yet felt just like human skin—he was filled with awe.
He pressed the flesh on Li Xuan's wrist: it had the hardness of a puppet, but also the softness of a human body, only without a heartbeat or blood.
Looking closer, there was a faint golden hue beneath the skin—that was the energy source that allowed the puppet to move.
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