As Ling Yangzi spoke, he glanced outside the ship, his smile growing wider: "My Protective Paper Puppet has already been summoned. Even if you want to leave now, you won't be able to escape!"
Following Ling Yangzi's gaze, Xu Qing looked out and saw that many paper figures had appeared on the dock and deck. These paper beings, with faces like golden paper and bodies glowing white, had sealed off all routes from the tower ship.
As Xu Qing looked, these paper figures uniformly lifted their heads to stare at him.
Clearly they had red lips painted with vermillion and eyes dotted with ink, yet Xu Qing felt a bizarre sensation as though they could truly see him.
"Your Protective Golden Light isn't afraid of evil qi. But what if I don't use the Mourning Staff?"
Xu Qing put away the Filial Piety Stick and instead drew out the Dark Cloud Mace from behind him.
