Li Poxiao wore a Daoist robe, and after months of leaving his hair unkempt, it was long enough to tie up with ease. He looked no different from a Daoist priest at all. [Burning^Text^Bookstore] I had never imagined that Zhang Yidan, once delicate-looking and mischievous, would become so sharp and murderous.
Zhang Yidan could be afraid, his legs trembling whenever he encountered some major crisis. But the Li Poxiao before me did not. It made me feel faintly uneasy, as though the young friend from my childhood no longer existed, leaving only Li Poxiao, deeply branded in my heart.
I found a patch of ground that was somewhat level and stopped the car. Then he and I headed toward Dragon-Carrying Village.
I looked up at the dusk that was almost nightfall. My nose twitched as I caught the oppressive atmosphere pouring from Dragon-Carrying Village, and a heavy feeling gradually settled over my heart.
The skies over Little Yi Village and Yinphoenix Town were thick with dark clouds. The mountains piled one upon another, blocking all distant scenery from view.
I took out my phone. The electromagnetic interference seemed severe; the screen displayed a chaotic mess of error codes and squares. If some geomancy expert used a compass here, perhaps its needle would spin without stopping too, right?
Li Poxiao reached the entrance of Dragon-Carrying Village first. Seven or eight Mystic Police officers immediately hurried out of the duty room. They looked Zhang Yidan up and down, then glanced at me as I approached, their expressions extremely solemn.
"There's no one in the Daoist sects dressed like you. Which Daoist sect are you from? The nine great southern Daoist sects are working together here to negotiate a solution. If you don't belong to one of the nine great sects, please take