The room was filled with the scent of burning incense, a faint fragrance that immediately eased Luo'er's nervous spirit. He took a deep breath and quietly looked at the old man in front of him. Even though the old man was blind, Luo'er knew that he was looking at him too.
Fulajie'er harnessed the surrounding magic power to appear, then sat on Luo'er's neck, curiously sizing up the old man as she propped his head up. Upon sensing the fluctuation of magic power, the girl called Feng suddenly opened her eyes and raised her head. After glancing at Fulajie'er, she lowered her head again and fell silent.
Seeing Luo'er seated on the floor, the others were a bit flustered. They all turned their attention to Cheng Ziang. He shrugged casually and sat behind Luo'er. Seeing this, everyone else relaxed, sat down as well, but their weapons were always in their hands.
