Woman: "You're interrogating me, what right do you have..."
Li Zhiyuan raised his hand again, as if about to knock.
Xin Jiyue: "From Chaoshan, no sect or school."
Li Zhiyuan: "Lying."
Xin Jiyue: "I really am from Chaoshan!"
Li Zhiyuan: "The latter sentence."
Xin Jiyue: "I'm no longer part of the Eight Generals, I've been removed from the temple registry and can no longer receive the Lord of Yin."
Li Zhiyuan: "Continue."
Xin Jiyue: "But I still have a way to borrow some of Their power, through..."
Li Zhiyuan: "Through what?"
Xin Jiyue: "It's in my corset."
Li Zhiyuan stopped his hand and looked at Yin Meng.
Yin Meng crouched down, took out the corset, and handed it to the young man.
It was a very traditional style, and also a very traditional method.
Li Zhiyuan pinched the corset with two fingers, as if handling something dirty.
Because it was concentrated with intense karma.
Those red dots were likely added later with fresh blood, each one a source of emitted karma.
