At this moment, Ning Zhuo recalled the advice of Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin in his mind.
The latter had once told him that the reason for collecting spoils before leaving was due to a spiritual insight, predicting that these items would greatly aid Ning Zhuo.
"My mother also excels in the art of divination."
"I'm afraid what she predicted earlier is meant to be used here!"
This clue greatly boosted Ning Zhuo's confidence.
Ning Zhuo manipulated the Light Goose to hold half of the Returning Silence Path Candle in its beak.
Accomplishing this step was easy, but the candle body couldn't ignite, making it no different from holding a piece of stone.
"The power of the Light Goose seems to be separating everything, not lighting the candle."
"I need a wick and a flame."
"Do I have a wick?"
Ning Zhuo scanned the pile of spoils given to him by Buddhist Doctor Meng Yaoyin.
He didn't find a wick.
"Did I fail to pick it up, or..."
