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.”

frowned as he looked at the

They don’t look like

you claim to be a practitioner, may I ask which sect you belong to and who your mentor is?” the

they have to have a

were personally guided by the Ruler of

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

a scene from a TV drama, with

by Lilly, who is the Ruler

happened to be from the same sect, it would

of action was to throw the question back and let the other person answer

responded, “I am a disciple of the Shatterbeards sect, under

eyebrow,

Yash’s gaze on him, Blake hastily made up a sect, “We are from the Beefsteak

was speechless

jaw, suppressing the urge to kick

other hand, widened

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