"The rules of the Sect stipulate that anyone who inherits the legacy of the mortician, regardless of their path, can belong to our branch." Yan Qimeng, the young woman, seemed somewhat rigid in her character. Despite Lei Wenyan's obvious jokes, she stillifiably spoke her mind.
"Alright, Brother Lei, you should look after few kids first." Luo Cheng immediately intervened.
Upon hearing this, Lei Wenyan did not say more. With a wave of his hand, five green vines suddenly sprouted in the courtyard. Under the gaze of Wang Zijia and the others, the vines wrapped around their arms.
Then the vine tips trembled slightly, a silk-thread-like vine extended out, piercing into their arms and quickly moving within.
Wang Zijia's body tensed for a moment and then relaxed quietly. However, his mind kept focusing on his body, in case anything happened, he could immediately dive into the Chaotic Sea of Consciousness.
After a while, the vine withdrew its silk thread and vanished eventually.
