Qin Xiu
Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen was frozen as he looked at the statue. According to Nine Thousand King, it was not really a statue. It was made from the Holy Kirin's horns. Supposedly, it was a true god weapon. No matter how good it was, it was just a dead object. Now, the statue was full of holy light. Its face was like a jade stone. The hair and hands were a blood color. It was starting to look like a real person.
It did not just look like one. It really did come alive. The statue's eyes were lively, and the body turned soft. She stood up and looked at everyone in the pavilion. Nine Thousand King watched as the jade statue was revived. His body shook. He did not look powerful anymore. The light of the battle armor quickly disappeared. The eye closed tightly. There was a thud as he kneeled in front of the revived statue. His head touched the floor. He did not dare raise his head as he said, "Servant Number 9 is greeting Miss Wan'er. Do you remember Number 9, Miss Wan'er?"