"Kid, are you truly a disciple of the Taqing Sect? And where did you get this military talisman, especially since it's the long-lost Yellow Turban Talisman?" Just as Liu Ming was filled with astonishment and doubt, the girl sitting in the chair once again spoke indifferently, holding in her hand a damaged talisman that had reverted to its original form.
The golden armored talisman had reverted to its original form the moment it was transported into this space.
At this moment, Liu Ming's mana was sealed within his body, and he was tightly grasped by a golden Puppet, so he naturally didn't dare make any reckless moves and could only sigh in his heart as he replied:
"Elder, you see clearly, I am indeed a disciple of the Taqing Sect. This talisman was something I came upon by chance.
"Oh? Is the Nether Bone Secret Formula also something that those old fellows from Wuling Mountain taught you?" the girl asked coldly upon hearing his words.
Liu Ming fell silent for a moment.
