Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
The stench of blood carried by the sea breeze was still thick. The constant slaughter, driven by the mindless, tyrannical instincts of the Demon Beasts, was far more cruel and brutal than what had occurred at Jingmen back then.
On Celestial Secret Island, however, it was as peaceful as ever.
Many Artifact Refiners could still be seen milling around the towering Soldier Puppet. Several new stone pavilions had been erected on one side of the square, where a group of Golden Core Cultivators had gathered, chatting and laughing.
Chu Mu sat in one of the pavilions. Though he was all smiles as he drank with the others, his eyes were subtly observing every Golden Core True Master present.
The other day, when he had presented the final version of the Soldier Puppet repair plan to the Array Dao Nascent Soul, he had tried some indirect probing.
