"Runes carved on the puppet?"
Miao Jun's expression changed slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
"What is it, Daoist Miao is unwilling?"
Xu Ping sharply caught Miao Jun's hesitation, let out a cold snort, and an incisive aura spread out instantly, as if it could slice through the air.
"This person... is so powerful!"
Miao Jun clearly felt the sharp aura emanating from Xu Ping, and his heart was suddenly filled with shock and fear.
No wonder this person could instantly cut down an Early-Stage Golden Core Cultivator with a single sword; just his aura alone exerted immense pressure upon him.
"Daoist Yan, you misunderstand."
Miao Jun immediately showed a bitter smile, attempting to ease the tension,
"If it were any other item, I would certainly present it with both hands without hesitation, but these runes are an ancestral legacy, and the ancestral instructions strictly prohibit passing them on!"
Xu Ping frowned slightly, feeling somewhat troubled in his heart.
