"Damn, I almost died there."
The young master imprisoned within the massive palace shuddered, the sword above him almost pierced through his head when he tried to inspect the Plagued Cultivator's body.
It was a man with so many secrets, especially the puppet, well not the puppet but where it had come from. The young Master clearly saw that the puppet had emerged from the Plagued Cultivator's chest, and not from any pouch, there was no space distortion or anything of the like, not to mention his flying treasure that was definitely belonging to the old monster, the Poison God.
Could the plagued Cultivator really be the inheritor of the Poison God's knowledge? If so, then this child will definitely rock waves in this world. But, as a matter of fact, the moment the plagued child entered the Forbidden Celestial City, he was already doomed to die.
