(There's an extra chapter saved at the end of the month, adding two in one.)
The yin wind howled, and the evil energy surged.
Except for Duncan, almost no one in the entire county town noticed that strange woman. There was no trace of a living person on her, and if it weren't for the dimensional layers, he would also remain unaware.
The woman furrowed her elegant brows, staring fixedly at the transformed Chan Daoist, with an inexplicable expression, unsure of her intentions.
Yin flag!
Rise!
The Chan Daoist shook the bronze bell in his hand, stepping with the celestial motion. Originally a Daoist method, it was wielded like a demon descending to the world. Ghostly mist surged around the city gate, accompanied by cries of ghost gods lamenting. Outlines of fierce and malicious ghosts emerged in the black mist, uncertain whether summoned from Yellow Springs or subdued on his own.
"Not good!"
"It's Ghost Daoist Arts! We've encountered a true master!"
