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.”

room frowned as he looked at the three individuals in

are practitioners? They don’t look

practices of our Master of Master are taken very seriously. Don’t speak lightly of them! Since you claim to be a practitioner,

Did they have to have

personally guided

jumped in first and said, “Never mind which sect we belong to, tell us which sect

a TV drama, with all the talk

the Ruler of Hell herself.

a sect and the other person happened to be from the same sect,

the question back and

the Shatterbeards sect, under the guidance of Master

raised an eyebrow,

up a sect, “We are from the Beefsteak sect, under

speechless once

the urge to kick

other hand, widened

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