The evening breeze was chilly, frozen clouds hung low, and a green robe could not withstand the midnight rain.
In the side room, Xia Shu and Yan Qiu were heating the charcoal in the furnace.
They weren't quite focused, each holding a small fan, fanning it back and forth without care. The charcoal basin blazed with a roar, and sparks rustled like falling stars.
Two pairs of dark eyes were fixed on their senior brother.
Zhou Yi sat cross-legged in the middle of the cattails, meditating and gathering his energy.
His face flashed red and white, his skin hot and cold. No wonder the two young Taoists couldn't take their eyes off him.
They had thought their senior brother was practicing some magical skill again.
The day before, he'd clashed with the short, stout Taoist priest, and he'd tak
