Grandfather drew in a long breath. The ghostly qi outside whooshed continuously into the house, finally gathering into a clump inside his pipe.
All the ghosts outside were frozen in place, standing there blankly.
The temperature inside the house grew colder and colder. Even with my cultivation, I was starting to feel uncomfortable.
Uncle Yu was shivering from the cold. The Feng Shui of an extreme yin land truly lived up to its name.
But at that moment, Grandfather stopped inhaling.
He held the pipe in his hand and looked down at the Black Spirit Flower.
The flower was vivid, its black petals and leaves looking exceptionally eerie.
Grandfather suddenly glanced at me.
Then, with his left hand, he slowly formed a strange hand seal.
He formed eight seals in total, at a very slow pace.
Such slow seal-forming was like that of a beginner...
Seeing this, my heart jolted.
No, with Grandfather's cultivation, did he need to form seals this slowly?
At his level, he had even simplified the complex into the simple.
He had looked at me before forming the seals. Was he teaching me?
But Grandfather had said before that he couldn't teach me, nor was he able to teach me...
Yet even if he didn't teach me, couldn't I learn on my own?
In that instant, I understood Grandfather's intentions.
I didn't ask him aloud. I merely widened my eyes and began to learn with my hands behind my back.
The eight hand seals were somewhat complicated.
But after being in the trade for so long, they were still easy enough to remember.
Once the seals were formed, I heard Grandfather chant:
"Witch Nether Secret Command, ghost artifacts respond. Runes in hand, all evil trembles.
"In my name, Transform Hand into Weapon!"
Grandfather chanted slowly, every