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.

“That’s right, we

looked at

practitioners? They don’t look

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

Did they have to have a mentor to be

were personally guided by the Ruler of Hell. Would

Blake jumped in first and said, “Never mind

felt like a scene from a TV drama, with

by Lilly, who is the Ruler of

randomly mentioned a sect and the other person happened to be from the same sect, it would expose

course of action was to throw the question

responded, “I am a disciple of the Shatterbeards sect, under the guidance of Master Tegan. My name

raised an eyebrow, hm, that

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

speechless

clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge

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