Owen Bertram could feel his cultivation was still present within him, but he was unable to wield it. However, the enhancements that his cultivation provided to his physical strength, spiritual perception, and other qualities were not weakened.
Owen Bertram pondered solemnly, "Does this put us on an equal footing with the children in this town?"
The three of them were filled with uncertainty after entering the town and didn't dare move around carelessly. Echoing from various corners of the town, they heard bursts of gleeful but mechanical laughter from children.
"Tee hee hee..."
"Ha ha ha..."
One by one, "children" appeared out of thin air, arms waving, bouncing, and running over. Like the old man they previously encountered, all of them were mechanical puppets, their faces were pinned with a rigidity of unchanging smiles. Their eyes could move around, with two fissures on their chin. Their various joints could pivot in any direction at will.
