Hearing this, Hua Cheng turned his head, his gaze falling on Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi, who were each squeezing something in their hands. He gestured towards one and said, “Him?”
Xie Lian nodded.
Hua Cheng asked, “How do you plan to test?”
Xie Lian replied, “Many years ago, I dealt with two White-Clothed Immortals and was entangled by one for half a year. During that time, I picked up a trick to test them and discovered a characteristic of theirs. This trait, most of them never realize they have, but with a little effort, it can be unveiled.” He whispered the method to Hua Cheng, who listened and said, “Not a problem. Let’s do it this way.”
After they finished their discussion, they returned to the broken-down Feng Shui Temple. It was slightly chilly with the season turning to autumn, and the sky was getting darker. Shi Qingxuan was busy looking for the head of his brother’s Water Master statue and stuck it back onto the body. He then straightened both statues and put them properly on the altar. Meanwhile, Xie Lian lit a fire in the crumbling hall, using some broken wood he found, and the four of them gathered around the fire to sit.
Shi Qingxuan, after drinking a few flasks, couldn’t help but speak up, “We can’t just sit here waiting for it. Isn’t there any entertainment?”