The puppet stage creaked, the background buildings slowly sank, transitioning to the next scene.
The audience remained silent, fully immersed in the performance.
Only some of the musicians, while playing their instruments vigorously, couldn't help but glance at the highest level of the stage where Ning Zhuo stood. They were astonished, thinking, "This young cultivator truly has a skillful hand. His manipulation is nearly indistinguishable from when Li Leifeng was alive."
A glint flashed in Ning Zhuo's eyes, and he was drenched in sweat.
Taking advantage of the transition on the stage, he used the life-hanging thread to contact the Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit: "Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit!"
"I am outside the Immortal Palace. Through the life-hanging thread, influencing Ning Xiaohui to this extent is already my limit."
"Next, it's all up to you!"
The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit roared urgently: "No, Young Master Ning Zhuo."
"I am bound by restrictions, I really cannot..."
