It was a strange ritual requiring the shaman to light a fire and incense, smear mud on his face, and then crazily dance around the fire to obtain divination information.
"Damn... Do I really need to dance for divination? And it's such a bizarre dance... If I'd known, I'd have chosen Temple Lord instead!"
Wang Zhifan felt duped for a moment; he never thought that choosing the shaman role would mean he really had to do this. It completely challenged his personal aesthetic understanding.
But since he chose it, he had no choice but to accept reality and prepare to act, planning to perform the dance while no one was around to first understand the nearby area's ghost information.
However, the ritual dance had a requirement he couldn't satisfy at the moment: lighting incense.
He could start a fire and easily find mud to smear on his face, but he didn't have incense in his portable space.
