The next day.
Fang Xi strolled leisurely out of his courtyard, ready to carry out his task in Small Creek Village.
Just then, his ears twitched, and he raised his right hand.
A Niwan pellet fell into his palm.
After crushing it, he saw a slip of paper inside with a line of barely visible writing.
"Seems like not all is harmonious among these gods from beyond our world..."
Fang Xi chuckled softly, and the slip of paper in his hand ignited without wind, turning to ash.
He walked out of the city gates, and before long, arrived outside Small Creek Village.
The village was shrouded in mist, and several village women were by the creek, washing silk...
But now, it seemed they had been repeating this action for who knows how long, even as their hands were bloody and bones faintly visible, they did not give up!
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi immediately produced several talismans in his hand.
"By the order of the Heavenly Master, hasten!"
