“Place the incense in the formation and light it,” Feinie said, calming her breathing.

Qin Xianhuo’s eyes widened with undisguised shock when he looked at her. Just like the white-clad young woman, this black-robed girl had emerged out of nowhere. He refrained from making probing inquiries, but the formation in front of him caught his eye next. He was a grandmaster of formations, but couldn’t see through it. Even its runes were indecipherable.

“What are you staring at? Get moving!” Sensing the man’s stare, Feinie knitted her graceful brow.

“Ah, yes, yes!” Qin Xianhuo hastily placed his incense in the formation and...