When he brought the three joss sticks closer, the flame did not resist like before, and was successfully lit.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, and the old man and the second disciple even revealed a smile of surprise.
However, song qingxiao had an inexplicable feeling that something was wrong. As expected, the moment Changqing inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner, the three incense sticks broke into several pieces for no reason.
The section at the top that was lit up fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. The flame burned for a few times before it finally turned into a little smoke and rose up, slowly extinguishing.
“..”
This sudden change caused the smile on the old man's face to freeze. His face turned green and white, and his chest heaved up and down violently. His blood and Qi actually flowed backward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master ..."
