As soon as Shen Luo entered the Puppet City, he did not hesitate and immediately began to fly through the city in search of Fu Donglai's traces.
The streets within the city were extremely evenly distributed, like intricate charm patterns, and the buildings were like nodes where these patterns intersected.
Moving through them, Shen Luo felt as if he were walking within a maze, endlessly circling.
He searched for a long time but still could not find any trace of Fu Donglai.
Just as he was flying over a cluster of low houses, his released Divine Sense suddenly picked up the sensation of a mana imprint.
"That mana imprint really is within the Puppet City..." Shen Luo's brows rose slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he still decided to go take a look.
