Dusk, Yangzhai imperial palace.
Master Guiguizi was slowly mixing potions which started foaming and slowly starting to produce a reddish-orange gas.
Seeing the gas Master Guiguizi blocked his nose as he slowly put it in front of Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng was sitting in a lotus position with his eyes closed and slowly started to breathe in the reddish-orange gas.
The room had no windows and was filled to the brim with talisman papers and talismanic writings.
One could not even find nine centimeters which was empty it was to the point that even the door did not get a break.
Master Guiguizi sighed as he slowly walked out of the room making sure not to spoil talismans or even move them.
But for a person his age he was quite flexible and nimble to the point he did not make any noise.
As he was leaving Master Guiguizi slowly murmured under his breath "I hope you stand successful at the end of this ordeal."
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Inside, the room.
