The Dead Reborn, Flesh Restored

At these words, everyone grew intrigued. Hu Ma had heard it too: this tea gathering had been arranged by the Young Master of Zhi Shou Guan, under the pretext of showing them something novel.

His interest stirred, and he turned his gaze toward him. The Young Master of Zhi Shou Guan smiled and said, "Why the hurry? How about we wait until dark?"

Zhao Sanyi, sitting nearby, could hardly hold himself back. He was usually the one putting on a show of his Ultimate Skills for others, but today his appetite had been whetted instead.

He bumped Chen A Bao on the shoulder and gave her a meaningful look. Chen A Bao lifted her head and spat the grape skin from her mouth.

Zhao Sanyi hurriedly caught it and placed it on a plate.

Then Chen A Bao puffed out her cheeks and blew a mouthful of black qi into the air.

A low, mournful wail sounded. The black qi swelled and spread, yet remained pitch-black. In an instant, it shrouded the entire garden. Though it was clearly midday, the sky plunged into darkness, as if midnight had fallen.

Some servants in the distance were already panicking, thinking a ghost had appeared, and ran about in disarray.

The Young Master of Zhi Shou Guan's expression darkened. He called sharply toward the distance, "You undisciplined fools! Light the lamps!"

Only then did the servants understand. They hurried to light the lamps.

Seeing this, Zhao Sanyi knew it was his turn. He laughed. "Why go to all that trouble?"

He picked up a round plate from the table and rubbed it a few times. Then, with a sudden flick of his arm, he hurled it into the sky.

The plate soared into the night, drifting serenely as it shone with brilliant light,