C956 The Process

Before long, a gray-black streak of light made its way into the Ming Chang Palace. Lin Xuan and his martial puppet disembarked from the Flying Ship and stowed it away. Tian, meanwhile, shrank back to the size of a palm and perched on Lin Xuan's shoulder, eagerly scanning the surroundings, brimming with energy and not the slightest hint of fatigue.

Within the Ming Chang Palace, Lin Qiyuan