Tomb raiding?
At the Celestial Masters' Mansion, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu exchanged looks, their expressions rather peculiar.
Although feng shui and Daoists were practically inseparable, the people of the Celestial Masters' Mansion had never really gone exploring tombs.
For one simple reason: it was beneath them!
They were better at cracking tombs open, dragging out whatever bizarre things lurked inside, and beating them senseless. The rest was left to the archaeological teams.
Yet, inexplicably, they felt a little excited. Tomb raiding... sounded pretty fun, didn't it?
The couple immediately set out tea and sunflower seeds, then used the Circle of Light Technique to enlarge the image and project it into the air, as though they were watching a first-person adventure game.
Following his parents' instructions, Zhang Xiao hung the mirror on his chest, just like Zhi Zun Bao.
Grindelwald's voice came through his earpiece:
"Boy, with your current power, you still need our help?"
"Gellert, power isn't the same as experience. Learning to draw on the experience of the elderly is itself a mark of great wisdom."
Dumbledore's voice carried a smile as he gently countered Grindelwald, then added:
"As it happens, I've just finished the twenty-sixth symposium and revision meeting on how to take revenge on the Church and Muggles. I have plenty of time."
The corner of Zhang Xiao's mouth twitched. Twenty-six symposiums...
He shook his head and nodded to Bill.
"All right. Let's go in!"
Bill grinned.
"If we still didn't dare go in with this lineup... we'd be far too cowardly. You four are the strongest people in the Wizarding World right now!"
The goblins didn't dare say a word. They merely followed behind with ingratiating smiles.
It wasn't that the Wizarding World couldn't defeat the goblins. Rather, as things stood, the Ministry of Magic