Urgent.
So urgent it feels fatal.
Zhang Fusheng now feels like an ant on a hot pan, performing multiple tasks without multitasking capabilities, his will rapidly shifting, he's almost worn out!
In the instant he manipulated the Plague Ghost's body to pray to the Celestial Venerate,
he immediately discreetly withdrew his core will from the Plague Ghost's body, rushing into the Eight Sceneries Palace like there was no tomorrow.
By doing this, when he sits on the meditation mat again, the Plague Ghost's body will not suddenly display an elevated position.
"Whew..."
Entering the Eight Sceneries Palace.
Zhang Fusheng did not rush to sit but instead bowed toward the meditation mat, bowing nine times.
"Now."
He stared at the empty meditation mat, forming a divination cup in his hand, and solemnly and reverently spoke:
"I beseech Taiqing, I beseech the Supreme Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue, though foolish and ignorant, I have a heart for seeking the Tao."
