"How interesting, it actually managed to escape the tracking of the Spiritual Treasure!"
A face with a waxy complexion and expressionless features suddenly lifted. The eyes were as large as copper bells, glaring wide with anger; the bridge of the nose was slightly collapsed, and beneath it, two whiskers were long and slightly curled.
He seemed to be just over forty years old, holding a blue Compass in his hand. The material was indistinguishable, but it was somewhat miraculous, emitting a faint glow. Inside, it did not bear the typical markings of Postnatal Trigrams, Ten Celestial Stems, and Twelve Earthly Branches.
The pointer had only one end, now completely still.
The man with the paralyzed face beckoned with his right hand, and a corpse with a blank expression walked up. It wore a red robe with an uneven gait, swaying unpredictably.
