As she spoke, she scooped up the pure black miniature coffin from her waist, opened the coffin lid, and billows of grayish-white smoke spewed out.
"Hold your breath! This is mourning energy, getting contaminated with it will be troublesome!" Zhong Pan warned in a deep voice.
Zhao Douan, Jin Jian, Yu Xiu, and Lang Shiba all held their breath simultaneously.
Immediately, they saw grayish-white "snow" starting to fall from the sky.
It's snowing...
No.
What was falling was not snowflakes, but ash.
Just like the ash of burnt paper money, drifting across the sky.
A sense of sadness surged in the hearts of all four, and even though Zhong Pan blocked most of the spells, their spirits inevitably withered.
The followers of the Sorrow God can influence our fortunes... Zhao Douan's face looked grim as he turned to see Jin Jian and the others with a metaphorical large "decline" hanging over their heads.
