"Be careful, it's a mid-stage Nascent Soul Fire Hou!"
True Monarch Liu Yun frowned and said, "This creature is one of the Guardian Artifact Spirits of the Taixu Immortal Realm. It is said that thousands of such Fire Hous existed millennia ago, but over time, their nemeses wiped them out one by one. Now, only a few remain, yet I didn't expect us three to encounter one."
"Fire Hou..."
Ning Daoran's eyes gleamed with greed as he said, "This middle-grade fourth-tier puppet is something I deeply covet. I must request that the two of you refrain from obliterating it entirely. Please leave it intact for me."
True Monarch Liu Yun's gaze grew complicated. "Mere fourth-tier middle-grade puppets like this are weaker than an average mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Forgive me for being blunt, but such a thing doesn't hold much value for Fellow Daoist Ning."
"Fellow Daoist Liu Yun, you don't understand..."
Ning Daoran responded cryptically, attempting to offer an explanation.
