Wang Feng was cultivating in his chambers when he suddenly heard a bell ring. The Thousand Puppets Venerable, Shi Hong, was standing in front of his door, looking angry. After the death of the Six-Wing Demon Werable Luo Geming, the aid from the emperor dried up, and now he had to rely more on clans, which meant being controlled by them. There was no way someone like Shi Hong would be happy about that. Humiliatingly, he now had to give in to demands, make concessions, and balance benefits and power. Basically, he was now a puppet of circumstances. As a cultivator and a puppetmaster, this was not acceptable.