The moonlight on the beams of the abandoned temple shifted another three inches before Pi Yanlin leisurely unfolded the Atlas of Slothful Bearing from inside his robe.
The golden patterns on the silk fabric emitted a warm glow in the night wind, crawling along his palm prints like living creatures before finally condensing into a vortex-shaped rune at the tip of his index finger.
"Ding—"
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