Whitey had come back.
Hovering in midair, Wushuang became somewhat excited. He was not very familiar with the metal puppet that followed Bu Fang, but after they had stayed together for hundreds of years, he already considered it a companion and a friend.
In fact, he knew very well that the metal puppet was not a real puppet. It was sentient. However, the sentience was buried deep in it like a tiny seed, waiting for the water to sprout and bloom into a flower. And now, it was sprouting at last.
"Well… It is still in good spirits, and the craft is not rusty," Bu Fang said faintly as he nodded. It seemed that he was satisfied with Whitey's Performance.
Whitey's clothes-stripping skills were as formidable as before. It could strip anyone naked with just one move, including immortals. So what if they were Saints of the Great Path? It stripped them all the same and threw them away.
