"The spiritual records of Ziwei are announced by the imperial supervisor, rendering it a sworn truth like the mountains and seas, abided by gods and ghosts and the likes. The warrior messenger will descend rapidly to the sacred altar. Once the great deeds are achieved and the virtue earned, the Supreme Pure One will be notified. Obey my order instantly!"
Inside a ward, Zhang Ziliang had just finished chanting a spell. As a yellow talisman burst into flame, white cloud rose up from the floor and a fog began to curl up, soon filling the entire room. Out of all the cloud and smoke, a blue hand suddenly reached out and pressed onto the top of the patient's head.
The hand and the head were so disproportionate that it reminded one of an adult's hand holding a raw egg—one light squeeze and the contents of the brain would be all over the floor.
"Ah!"
