"Good," the leading Daoist man nodded in response.
He turned around, gesturing to the three Daoists behind him, "Form the array."
"Yes!"
The four Daoists took positions to the southeast, northwest, each standing on one side, surrounding Li Changzhou and his group in the middle, reciting incantations under their breath.
"What is this?" Li Qianxia, full of curiosity this evening, followed her brother and Yang Qinglan, having experienced very little.
"It's one of the spells derived from 'Vertical Earth Golden Light.' I'm not sure exactly what kind," she said.
No sooner had Turquoise Pool finished speaking than the four transformed into beams of golden light, shooting through the window and streaking across the night sky toward the east like shooting stars.
In the station meeting room, the four Daoists were ashen-faced, their lips drained of color, sweat soaking their hair as if someone had dumped a bucket of water over their heads.
