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.

quickly nodded, “That’s right,

he looked at

don’t look like it

Since you claim to be a

have to have a mentor to be

given that they were personally guided by the Ruler of Hell. Would that

jumped in first and said, “Never mind which sect

felt like a scene from a TV drama, with all

the Ruler of Hell herself.

happened to be

was to throw the question back and let the other

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

raised an eyebrow,

a sect, “We are from the

was speechless once

the urge to kick Blake into

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