With the illumination from the city gate flames, the strange wisp of smoke could be seen clearly.
The smoke rose, blue, white, yellow, red, thin and dense, shooting straight into the clouds, like a pagoda suspended in the air, serving as a divine altar.
"What is this?"
Seeing this scene, even Chang Shengtian, with his rebellious nature, instinctively furrowed his brows.
Master Bai the Fourteenth was familiar with this type of incense and blurted out, "Isn't this Mrs. Wang's?"
He flipped his wrist and summoned nine sticks of incense, lighting them simultaneously.
Under his deliberate control, the nine sticks of incense burned quickly.
But without exception, all the incense ash curled up as it burned.
In fact, in all sects, it was best for the incense ash to burn vertically.
However, this ideal situation didn't often occur; usually, there would be a certain degree of tilt.
No matter whether the tilt was inward or outward, it was generally acceptable and still effective.
