"Oh? How did I do it?" Lawrence Winters asked curiously, "Can you demonstrate it?"
Peter Grant nodded proudly, waved his hand, and said loudly, "Lights off!"
The crystal lights in the hall gradually dimmed.
The rain outside thickened like black fog, enveloping the entire Moonlit Tower.
Only the occasional lightning from outside illuminated the shadows of people inside, giving everyone a slightly bluish complexion in its glow.
Peter Grant raised his hand again, and a small paper figure flew out from his sleeve.
He clasped the black and white Flowing Pearl Chain in his hands, aligned his index fingers, bent his thumbs slightly, and intertwined the other fingers like locks.
"Great Stellar Lord, with unceasing adaptability, exorcism and binding of charms, protect life and body! — Eastern Imperial One, hurry up as the law! Go!"
He flung his hand forward, pointing it towards the small paper figure.
