Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and repeated the "Dragon Seeking Formula" four or five times before opening them to take another look at the compass.
"The compass needle moved?" Zhao Wuya tilted his head to check.
"Reciting those formulas… turns out they're useless."
"…" Zhao Wuya was dumbfounded, then snapped out of it. "You just made those lines up on the spot, didn't you?"
"I saw them in some book before. Thought I'd try them out, but yeah, no effect. Anyway… Wuya, I'm starting to suspect this magnetic needle is plastered to the bottom of the heavenly pool."
Since the sword of a bygone dynasty cannot cut down the officials of the present court, Zhou Xuan wasn't pinning his hopes on the compass either. He slapped the compass onto Zhao Wuya's chest and dropped it, striding forward with long, determined steps.
"Landlord, where are you going?" Zhao Wuya cradled the compass, stuffed it back into his crossbody cloth bag, and asked Zhou Xuan.
