Noticing that Chí Jīn had walked far enough away that his figure was barely visible, Yán Zǐqīng finally dared to sit down cross-legged on the spot. He pulled a long wooden tablet out of his Mustard Seed Bag, set it upright before him, and then drew out three sticks of incense, lit them, closed his eyes, and began to chant in a low voice.
The fragrant smoke drifted, lingering endlessly without dispersing. Instead, it coiled around the wooden tablet to form a ring of white smoke, within which various colored lights occasionally flashed. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that Yán Zǐqīng was performing a God-inviting ritual.
Who would have thought that this generation's Direct Disciple of the Tianji Pavilion would actually have a talent inclined toward witchcraft and shamanism? No wonder he dared to fight a sword cultivator.
Chapter 102