"But there is a way." Yun Ziliang was reluctant to recommend Zhao Wuya's compass,
thinking about a compass that carried no trace of blood but instead exuded a five-spice and rouge scent, it inexplicably made him uncomfortable.
But now, with the Evil God riding on his back, with grand matters at stake, he had no choice but to endure it. He then said to Zhou Xuan, "Fetch my little disciple. That compass of his wasn't cultivated through conventional methods; by pure accident, it carved out an entirely different path. Its sensitivity is extraordinary,
and with that compass, it may quickly locate the anomaly at the Dragon Tail, saving me quite a bit of effort."
"Old Li, right now Ya Zi is with Gu Ling. Inform Gu Ling to bring Ya Zi here, and also have Qing Feng come over."
After Zhou Xuan gave these instructions, he turned to the painter and said, "There are two ancient divine offices, one is you, the other is the Music Master. How many incense offerings does the Music Master have?"
