Bai Buran didn't speak, just stared straight into Zhang Fan's eyes, but saw in that gaze a determination as solid as a rock. In the end, he let out a faint sigh.
"Let's head to the Heavenly Platform!"
With that, Bai Buran stood up and walked out of the office.
Zhang Fan saw this, picked up the Agarwood, and followed closely behind.
...
At this moment, in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.
In the backyard, the magic altar had been completed, banners and flags fluttered, an eastern wind had risen, all was ready.
"Senior Sister, thanks to you this time, not only did I recover so quickly, you also brought me the Agarwood."
Inside the office, Ma Buting had adjusted his state to its best, gazing at the stick of incense placed inside the Jade Box at his side, a deep longing shining in his eyes.
Sitting opposite him was a woman, exquisitely beautiful, with phoenix-like eyes that gleamed, skin white and smooth as mutton-fat jade, and an extraordinary, spirited presence.
