Feng Ying and Cheng Fang rushed to the scene only to find that no one was left.
It had taken them quite some time to arrive.
Lu Mingshu had not used the Talisman Burning Paper, making it impossible for Feng Ying to sense her presence, and the strong winds made tracking difficult.
They found this place half by guessing and half by luck.
"Senior Sister Feng, although there are traces of a fight, it might not be hers, right? If she encountered danger, why wouldn't she have notified you?"
Feng Ying stared at the scorched marks on the ground for a long time. Before Lu Mingshu left, she had taken away the "charred corpses" of the two puppets, and finally, Feng Ying found a small component the size of a fingertip among the sand and stones.
"Junior Sister Cheng, what do you think this is?"
Cheng Fang looked closely for a while, somewhat puzzled, "It's strange, this looks like a material for some kind of device... That's right! Puppets!"
