0240 -Who Sent these Statues?
But the statue didn't stay down for long. It got back up like nothing had happened, its golden veins glowing even brighter—like golden blood pumping through them—as it charged again. Li Qingwei frowned, his mind spinning.
What even is this thing? He'd never seen anything like it before. Was it acting on its own? No, it didn't feel that way. Someone sent it, but who? And why? If this was an assassination attempt, it was a lousy one. So, what's the play here?
The way it moved—deliberate, almost like it was learning—only raised more questions. Whoever was behind it had clearly thought this through. The idea of summoning his Ancient Ancestral Spirit to end this immediately crossed his mind, but he shoved it aside. Not yet. He wasn't about to reveal his trump card without knowing exactly what or who he was up against.