Lin Shuyou, sitting inside the sedan chair, reached out to lift the sedan curtain. Although it was still dark outside, vehicles occasionally passed by, yet none found it odd for a procession of such style to be on the road at this time.
Looking down at the sedan bearers beneath him, all he could see were the hands and shoulders bearing the sedan poles and the legs walking below; the bearers' heads and torsos were invisible.
Lin Shuyou lowered the curtain and asked, "Brother Bin, what kind of skill is this?"
Tan Wenbin replied, "Qimen Dunjia."
When answering, Tan Wenbin glanced at Brother Xiao Yuan, who sat across from him. Brother Xiao Yuan did not respond, indicating his answer was correct.
Lin Shuyou remarked, "Fascinating."
Tan Wenbin asked, "The child can't do it?"
Lin Shuyou replied, "They don't have spirits; they aren't living beings or ghosts. This isn't the same kind of thing the child is familiar with."
