Now all she wanted were just two things: First, not to drag anyone else into inheriting the profession of Water Ghost; second, deliverance.
Or rather, it's really just one thing.
He had no reason to say anything or prevent anything just because of his own feelings.
He took out his Scorching Sun Department-issued phone and hurriedly searched what exactly this so-called ascension meant.
After looking it up, there wasn't any clear answer. He considered it, then thought, why bother checking?
He simply dialed the Fuyu Mountain hotline using the number Qin Kun had given him.
...
At the same time, on a platform by the riverbank in the Luoyue County stretch of the West River.
The Dharma Altar was already arranged here. At its center stood a half-person-tall ancient incense burner, with wisps of smoke drifting ceaselessly from within.
An elder wearing a purple robe stood at the altar, holding a strip of brocade inscribed with a prayer written in cinnabar, in clerical script.
