Bai Ze Yuxing nodded: "All of you, exit. This time, Xulong and I will stand guard together."
"Understood." The group of Soul Clan members left one by one. Fang Chen noticed there were six meditation cushions in the room. Behind each cushion stood an incense burner, holding a black, long stick of incense, easily three feet in length.
"The execution of this Soul-Returning Art is inseparable from this incense."
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