After leaving the Sonic Sect, Wang Xiu did not stop. Instead, he went to the Manipulation Sect.
There, he saw Mo Wuwei. She was still the same as she had always been: unconcerned with her appearance, dressed shabbily, and sitting on the ground fiddling with her puppets, yet exuding a wild, unusual beauty.
Seeing Wang Xiu, she froze for a long time. Already a person of few words, she was now completely speechless, her delight mixed with an awkward nervousness. She was like a child caught off guard by a birthday surprise.
Decades had passed. Like Qin Guangling, she had become a pillar of her sect. In the art of puppetry, her skill had already surpassed that of the Manipulation Sect's leader. Furthermore, due to her continuous improvements and research into new Soul Fighting Machines, she had become famous throughout the Nine Provinces. She was now a leading figure in the world of puppetry, even more celebrated than the Saint Heir from the Xuanji Cave Heaven.
