Wanwan and Zhang Shuying both walked toward the ritual altar. Initially, Lin Family Disciples tried to stop us, but allowed us to pass with a glance from Lin Huan.
After ascending the altar, I said to Lin Huan, "Grandfather, I'm quite curious about Lin Gang's gift as well, so I came up to take a look."
"I am too," Zhang Shuying sneered, "Lin Gang, if your gift fails to impress the Taoist Master, he'll beat you until you're spitting up milk." Zhang Shuying spat on a piece of red talisman paper and stuck it on Lin Gang's forehead.
With a casual flick of his fingertips, the sorcery-bound ropes restraining Lin Gang easily fell away.
Lin Gang's face bore a malicious and hideous smile as he slowly pulled out a box from his chest and deliberately handed it to me, "My dear niece, Wanwan, do you recognize what's inside this box?"
As soon as Lin Gang finished speaking, I had a bad feeling in my mind.
