"That's it, this is the fragrance of Profound Spiritual Milk!"
'No wonder I couldn't find it. So there was another hidden mechanism.'
'These Sects really do know a lot of secrets. A Loose Cultivator, even with a genuine Black Muzhu, probably couldn't see through this mechanism. The treasure would be right in front of them, and they'd be completely unaware.'
Lü Zhong sighed to himself and walked up to the rock wall.
Gazing at the marks left by Magical Artifacts and Magic Skills, he hesitated for a moment before flicking his wrist and releasing a humanoid figure.
It was the Spirit Puppet he had acquired not long ago. He had performed some simple repairs, but it still retained its original female form. Its erased facial features were difficult to restore on short notice, so he had simply covered its face with a piece of Spiritual Gauze.
