Although this otherworldly item had been improved with some evil spell, to maintain its effect, the caster had to chant the spell once a day. So, today, this person would come again to chant the spell!

We could capture that person when the time came…

I asked Chuyi, “What does this little bronze tripod do? How could it affect me? Is there a story behind the item?”

Chuyi was not familiar with the item, and its effect on me was enough to trouble him; he could sense this just by giving a quick glance at the small brass tripod.

After we came up with a plan, I placed the small bronze tripod back to its original spot, trying to make it look as if nothing had happened.

Chuyi and Zen Master Baimei asked me to help them find a place to hide. They also told me to not tell anybody that they had visited. Otherwise,...