Inside the room, the practitioner sat on the ground, his hat askew, and the jingling bell rolling onto the floor, its clapper falling out. He wore a look of astonishment, mumbling about something.

Lilly led Miah into the room and said, “You’re doing it wrong. That’s not how you summon spirits.”

“Besides,” Lilly continued, “after someone dies, they’re supposed to go to the underworld. It’s not right to forcefully pull them back from the realm of the dead like this. Your methods are all wrong.”

Lilly observed the man in front of her. She had only caught a glimpse of his profile and figure from behind earlier, but now, as she looked closely, she noticed that he was quite young, probably in his early twenties. He was tall, standing at around six feet, and very thin.

No wonder his skills are lacking, Lilly thought to herself.

The practitioner looked up and saw a child standing at the door, with Miah’s parents nervously following behind her.

“Who are you?” he asked.

Josh was about to speak, but Blake, arms folded, leisurely said, “We are practitioners too.”

Pablo listened in silence.

Josh quickly nodded, “That’s right, we are practitioners too.”

looked at the

are practitioners? They don’t look like it

Master are taken very seriously. Don’t speak lightly of them! Since you claim to be a practitioner, may I ask which

have to have a mentor to

guided by the Ruler of

Blake jumped in first and said, “Never mind which sect we

like a scene from a TV drama, with

is the Ruler of Hell herself. They definitely couldn’t reveal

a sect and the other person happened to be from

action was to throw the question back and

am a disciple of the Shatterbeards sect, under the guidance of Master Tegan. My name is Yash

raised an eyebrow, hm,

“We are from the Beefsteak sect,

was speechless once

the urge to kick Blake into

the other hand,

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