"When Shen Zhaoxia used an ink knife to open the dark pattern of the mouthpiece of the ancestral puppet, the bronze gear suddenly buzzed. She thought it was an old trick of the machine ink sect, but she saw a blue light shattering the dust on the beam - a man in silver-white armor fell into her ink pool from the light mist, with half of an uneaten interstellar energy block still hanging on his collar. 'Time and Space Rift Chasing "Gu Shiyan," he wiped the ink on his face and gently brushed her fingertips stained with pine smoke, "this puppet in your hand is the key to the millennium." But at this moment, she wants to know more - can this 'future general' who can't even hold chopsticks help her tear down the 'culprit of witchcraft' notice on the door?"
