Ding!
A crisp sound shook Wu Qi, making him glance to the east of the bedchamber. After pondering for a moment, he dived through the candlestick into the ground, carefully drifting in the direction of the sound.
A small hut, which appeared to have been recently built, stood right outside the bedchamber. It had a striking three-feet-tall iron threshold but no door. A black-clad daoist sat cross-legged in the ten-feet structure with a carp-shaped jade inverted bell floating in front of him. He was reciting some scriptures, and the words flew out of his mouth in the form of golden lotuses, striking at the bell and making it sing.
