"He also has the aura of my ancestors on him. The offerings in the ancestral hall always diminish; it must be his doing!"
"Using townspeople's faith for alchemy, his heart is insincere. How could such a person ever achieve immortality?"
"He even used my ancestor's spirit tablet. Move aside! All of you, move aside! Leave some for me!"
Thick fragrance of elixir soared into the sky, as alchemy masters with self-righteous appearances encircled the Cigu tightly.
The Cigu in the middle did not argue throughout, his resistance trivial in front of the crowd. Misty spiritual energy scattered upon the onlookers, even Gao Ming was enshrouded by a small cluster of blood-stained spiritual energy.
Swiping away the smoke tinged with the fragrance of elixir, Gao Ming silently retreated. Mr. Tang's son, who initially approached him, must have seen him as the target from the start.
Had the Cigu not appeared by chance, it might have been him surrounded right now.
