Poof! Poof!
The incense extinguished and reignited, over and over.
Taoist Tan Wanpei was feeling numb all over.
He knew that relying solely on spells was no longer useful.
Yet he couldn't stop anyway.
Because at least it could serve as a distraction.
Sometimes, by not taking action, you can appear mysterious and profound.
But once you take action and your cards are revealed, there must be results.
The same principle applies to speaking and acting.
Speak less and keep a low profile; when you do speak, your words should carry weight, marking you as unconventional.
Tan Wanpei, an old hand in the pugilistic world, naturally understood this principle, so even if losing face, he couldn't be utterly useless.
What puzzled him was what treasure Li Yan had used.
Curiosity piqued his mind, making him slightly distracted.
What he didn't notice was that under the old tree behind him, a wisp of thin mist was rolling forward, silently approaching the Firearms Team.
Poof!
