“Dense fragrances call upon the universe; send the incense to the Heavenly Gates. Golden crows soar across the clouds, and the jade rabbits glimmer like the kaleidoscope~”1

Lu Zhuangyuan was smoking his pipe while standing in the carriage when he heard a familiar chanting. He turned around and saw his youngest son, Lu Xiucai, practicing a technique near the campfire. Lu Xiucai was holding an incense stick with his butt up while chanting toward a drawing.0

“Hmph! If only you were as filial to me as you are with your training," Lu Zhuangyuan said.0

However, Lu Xiucai ignored Lu Zhuangyuan as he continued chanting.0

“May the constellations shine and the rainbow clouds gather. The purple palace reveals the sacred castle, and the goddesses invite...0