Casual conversation ultimately remains just that: casual conversation.
Fat Man didn't realize that his casual remark brought him one thin layer of silkworm paper away from the truth. As with most of life's fortuitous missteps, it wasn't so much the great distance between yin and yang, but the slight connection between the two, with the timing just not being right.
After a brief rest, the Absolution Hunting Team, a group of six, stood once more at the door of the tent.
Only this time, everyone was not just relying on the law book in their hands. Each person clutched several talismans with intact body and dense strokes; their pockets held a few bottles of magic potions for replenishing magic power and healing wounds; and Xiao Xiao had a few clean and pretty scapulae in his arms, perfect for divination by roasting.
Zhang Ji Xin still led the way, with Jiang Yu and Li Meng in the middle, Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao flanking, and Xin Fat Man bringing up the rear.
