Fifteen minutes ago.
Inside the shrine, the fire atop oil lamps flickered softly, accompanied by the slight crackling sound of kerosene igniting.
After Jin Xu asked if you are sure, the bronze lamp hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
"What do you mean by your words, Fellow Daoist?"
The tone remained steady and calm.
"Nothing much, I just wanted to ask the Divine Lamp, what was that faint trace of black energy when you just lit the candle flame?"
Jin Xu's tone was calm, but his arm was already imbued with golden spiritual power.
Just now, he seemed to be wandering around the shrine listlessly, not joining the conversation.
In reality, his spiritual sense had been locked onto this lamp without the slightest relaxation. The moment the flame of the bronze lamp was lit, a thread of extremely fine black energy had suddenly mixed into the pale golden Qi of the lamp.
