Then, the little paper figure lightly floated down from Yun Qi's palm, motionless, its face seemingly still holding an expression of proud self-satisfaction.
"Qi, what's wrong with this paper figure? Is it possessed?" Yun Kuang pinched the paper figure, but it was just a paper figure, without any reaction.
"It's nothing, its lifespan has expired, it's useless now." Yun Qi put away the little paper figure and stuffed it into the pocket behind the teddy bear.
The lifespan of a paper figure can expire?
Yun Kuang and the Lord exchanged shocked glances.
Seeing their confusion, Yun Qi kindly explained, "These small paper figures are driven by Spiritual Power. Very little Spiritual Power is infused into them, so their functions are limited. A paper figure like this one, used for gathering information, can last at most two minutes and doesn't even talk."
"Are there paper figures that can talk?" the Lord quickly asked.
