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In the ensuing years,
Duan Shuang kept a low profile, dedicating most of her time to cultivating Nascent Soul-level secret techniques and nurturing her Lifebound Magical Treasure.
But she still found time to visit Blood Bone Hall and play a tune for Xu Ping.
Meanwhile, Xu Ping, apart from listening to the music, was engrossed in the underground cave, refining puppets.
The sound of flames, runes, and clashing metals never ceased.
Five years slipped by quietly.
On this day,
In the underground cave of Blood Bone Hall,
The air seemed to stagnate, filled with the unique mix of metal, spirit wood, and energy cores.
Ten tall, diverse metal constructs stood silently in the center of the cave.
This was the fruit of Xu Ping's labor over the years—ten Fourth Rank Lower-grade Puppets.
"Ten years shaping a sword, today it is finally forged!"
Xu Ping stood before the puppets, his black robe fluttering without wind, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
