"If you're not a family, you won't enter the same door!"
Tongwen Hall, indeed from its root, the atmosphere is crooked!
Ninghai Zen and Chen Xing, deftly dressed in black, altered their appearance, and concealed their aura, Qiu Changtian couldn't help but sigh.
It seems this master and disciple have done many dirty jobs like hitting secretly and poisoning.
"Assassinating a Ghost Immortal, whether successful or not, depends on whether the heavens open their eyes."
The Yellow-robed Daoist muttered softly, then took a deep breath and rowed the small boat hard to the shore.
He first found a place sheltered from the wind and sprinkled two circles of incense ash inside and out.
Then he bent down, rubbed some earth, and tasted it with the tip of his tongue.
This is a method of geomancy to discern the earth's energies.
"Not astringent, slightly moist, water is ample, it's passable."
Qiu Changtian's fingers moved continuously, as if calculating.
