The Knife Coins of Offering to the Youdu Lord swallowed all the incense smoke, but nothing else changed. Xu Feng reached in, toyed with the coins for a moment, then remained kneeling there.
After swallowing that first wisp of incense smoke, the coins seemed to stir to life.
The surrounding incense smoke had found a master. The coins had actually begun accepting every offering of incense there.
Xu Feng stayed still. Without even looking up, he could sense the smoke from every burning stick of incense in the Funeral Home gathering toward him. Unclaimed, it was now his for the taking. When he came in, he had glanced around and seen that the Funeral Home had six halls in all.
Of the three halls currently open, every offering of incense went into Xu Feng's pocket. He closed his eyes, seemingly paying his respects—and he truly was. Since he had borrowed this family's Funeral Hall, he naturally owed the deceased his respects.
At the same time, he listened intently to the sounds outside beneath the funeral music.
He was gauging the funeral masters' abilities. The disappearance of incense smoke was something a skilled practitioner could "see."
If any of them truly had skills like Master Liang's, he would notice something wrong. But after a long while, Xu Feng's legs had begun to go numb, and the funeral masters sitting outside still showed no reaction.
Xu Feng frowned slightly.
Had he judged them wrong?
Did these masters have no real techniques or genuine skill after all? If so, had the new Earth God Temple been built by accident?
Or was it something else?
Xu Feng thought of an even more frightening possibility: he had identified the wrong variable. The crucial factor behind this Land God Temple was not the people who had