In the dark night, a palm-sized wooden figure was floating in the air, looking at a chair somewhere.
There was a vague figure sitting on the chair. The figure was extremely faint, almost transparent.
"Your subordinate Zhuanxu welcomes Cult master's arrival." The wooden giant slowly bowed.
"You and I are just Dharmakaya puppets. Wood King, you don't have to be so polite." The shadow said indifferently.
"Although they are not the main body, we still have to distinguish the hierarchy." The wooden giant was also very respectful.
This wooden figure was the wooden King, and there was only one person in the world who could make the king of wooden figures so respectful.
The demon sect's Emperor Yu, the crescent moon religion master, Yu Huasheng.
