And after approaching and gaining the other's aura, they would carve a puppet identical to that person to carry around—just imagine, what would it be like to see a puppet that looks exactly like you serving someone else?
At least the others unconsciously distanced themselves from the female cultivator.
Magical duels didn't matter, but this situation genuinely made them extremely disgusted; if it weren't for the current crucial matter, they might have already considered how to deal with her first.
The female cultivator, however, didn't mind and continued casting magic.
Because the current situation was indeed not too good, the Guardian Envoy was clearly fighting desperately, each strand of hair attack approaching the Mid-period of Golden Core level.
