By the light of the flames at the city gate, the strange wisp of smoke could be seen clearly.
It rose in shades of blue, white, yellow, and red, thin and wispy as it shot straight into the sky, like a pagoda suspended in midair to welcome the gods.
"What is that?"
Even Chang Shengtian, with his defiant temperament, couldn't help frowning at the sight.
Lord Bai the Fourteenth was familiar with this kind of incense smoke. The words slipped out before he could stop them. "Isn't that Granny Wang's?"
He turned his wrist and summoned nine sticks of incense, lighting them all at once.
Under his deliberate control, the nine sticks burned quickly.
But without exception, every trail of ash curled as it burned down.
In fact, in all the various arts, it was best for incense ash to burn straight down.
Unfortunately, things rarely went so ideally. Usually, the ash would slant to some degree.
But whether it slanted inward or outward, that was still acceptable. Either way, the incense could work.
Only curled ash was unacceptable.
If an incense reader lit incense and saw the ash curl like this, they would immediately give up and stop reading.
Because it meant the evil spirit's cultivation far surpassed that of your immortal patron.
And if Lord Bai the Fourteenth himself lit the incense and its ash curled, there could only be one explanation...
"Well, aren't things lively here?"
A beautiful woman approached through the air, holding a stick of incense in both hands as an offering.
Chang Shengtian and Lord Bai the Fourteenth both looked extremely grim.
"Third Aunt!"
Miss Hu Jiu grew excited at once.
Even Lord Hu Liu, who was on the verge of death, seemed to rally at the last moment, smiling with relief.
The beautiful