Thinking about this, Gu Changqing's mind couldn't help but flash scenes of Xiao and the female cultivator in front of him entangled in a passionate embrace. The next moment, Gu Changqing felt a pain in his soul as if he had been kicked.,War puppets are incapable of speech and cultivation. Their strength depends entirely on continuous refinement.,He had no soul; his body was merely a construct of precious materials. Even when wounded and blood flowed, it was an illusion.。