Lin Shen was curious. If that really was Vice Dean An, why had he faked his death? And why had he entered the Immortal Court?
Lin Shen stood outside the planet, his gaze piercing deep into its interior. Even ants billions of miles away were so clear in his eyes that he could see every tiny hair on their legs.
Those people were on the planet, yet they could not see Lin Shen's figure. It was only because the distance was too great, and Lin Shen himself was too small.
Vice Dean An clearly had no idea that someone was watching his every move. He had already surveyed the surroundings and found neither anyone spying on him nor any surveillance equipment.
After looking around in all directions for a while and confirming that no one was nearby, Vice Dean An took a stick of incense from his robes. A small flame ignited at his fingertip, and after lighting the incense, he planted it in the ground.
Lin Shen watched in confusion, unable to understand what he was doing. There were no ghosts or gods there, nor was there any memorial tablet for the dead. Why was Vice Dean An burning incense there? Moreover, he had lit only one stick, unlike the customary three.
After lighting the incense, Vice Dean An sat on a nearby rock and watched it burn bit by bit. Even after it had burned out completely, he made no move.
Just as Lin Shen was wondering about it, the little wooden stick that remained after the incense had burned away suddenly began to move.
Very soon, the little stick sprang up from the ground, arcing through the air before landing on the earth.
The ground where the incense had been planted began to tremble. Cracks continuously spread