Lu had good luck, as the dilapidated temple he lay in was just outside the encirclement, sparing him from this calamity.
Pan Hao even faintly suspected that Lu had predicted this.
"It really is a good thing," Lu Tianming climbed up a small hillside and looked out into the distance, "There's no sign of burning motor oil; these Puppets can actually move. Haha, seeing these things I knew this trip wouldn't be in vain."
"Actually, the production of many Strange Objects is learned from minor secret realms, understand? Including the Rune Blades you use. No. 3 Old Lady actually came from a minor secret realm and was discovered and employed by our Black-clothed Guard. The residents of the small world have all moved into the city."
