"..."
Hu Ma chanted twice in succession, then focused intently on the rice circle before him.
The water in the bowl seemed to be touched by some mysterious power, quivering gently and rippling slightly.
Although it was just a bowl of water, it carried the aura of the evil spirit from the river. Now, within this aura, something seemed to be awakened, quietly emanating and drifting over from the direction of the great river.
The sun was rising, painting the world bright and vibrant, yet an eerie wind seemed to blow intermittently, the flames in the brazier before him crackling wildly. Hu Ma felt as if he were in a grand hall, barely aware of the spacious tiles around him.
Just as he was feeling strange, he heard the rustling sound of the wind, feeling a chilling gust swept from the river, piercing to the bones, making even his Divine Soul tremble, leaving him breathless.
