The Ghost-Summoning Soup had finished brewing, and we were all excited and eager.
Now, we could make our move.
Looking at the fragrant Yin Soup in the iron pot, red as blood, we could not help but take another deep breath.
Tian Yong spoke at that moment.
"Everyone, take fewer breaths. The Yin Soup smells good, but it harms your yang energy."
Only after hearing Tian Yong did everyone restrain themselves.
Standing nearby, Feng Laosi asked in surprise,
"This soup is for ghosts to drink?"
"That's right, for ghosts to drink!"
Feng Laosi drew a sharp breath, unable to think of anything else to say for a moment.
Now that the soup was ready, we did not waste any more words.
I spoke directly.
"Let's go! It's time to get down to business!"
"Ou Doudou, my great sword is already hungry for battle!"
With that, Zhang Yuchen drew his Coin Sword.
"Let's go. Make it quick!"
Pan Ling chimed in as well.
Mao Jing nodded.
Tian Yong swiftly took down the hanging pot.
Looking at us, Feng Laosi asked at that moment,
"Can I... can I help with anything?"
I glanced at Feng Laosi.
"Not for now. Uncle, stay on shore and keep your distance from us. Cover your ears in a moment, and don't go near the reservoir."
"Okay, okay!"
We quickly headed toward the designated location.
Mao Jing, Pan Ling, and Zhang Yuchen headed straight toward the three small wooden boats along the way.
Once they reached them, they immediately pasted talismans and such onto the boats.
Tian Yong and I went straight to the reservoir cove.
As soon as we arrived, Tian Yong looked at me.
"Martial Uncle, should I pour in the soup?"
At that moment, I held Evil-Slaying Flowing Cloud in one hand and the