Lü Yang looked at the lifelike red wax statue with growing interest. In his previous life, he had spent a full ten years studying the souls of Foundation-Stage Cultivators.
And it was precisely because of this that he could see the truth.
"Might I ask which senior is before me?"
Lü Yang clasped his hands in a salute and looked directly at the statue. In his eyes, a wisp of a Foundation Establishment Soul was hidden within the red wax figure!
However, the statue did not respond, simply continuing its own course and declaring, "To offend my sect is a crime a thousand deaths cannot atone for!"
The moment its voice fell, it stepped forward and vanished, crossing the distance to Lü Yang in a single stride. Clenching its hand into a fist, it threw a crushing punch!
Seeing this, Lü Yang neither dodged nor retreated but threw a punch of his own.
The black-robed Daoist was overjoyed at the sight.
