"Stop chanting!" Li Huowang forcibly interrupted the other person's scripture recitation.
"What's the use of just chanting! Can you chant death back? You lamas from the Zhong Yin Temple, find a way to solve this problem!!"
"Isn't your Black Heaven in charge of death? Don't you believe in him? Think of a way to help your Black Heaven!"
The dried-up lama's face, covered in age spots and wrinkles, showed a painful expression as he shook his head slightly, then sat cross-legged, facing the fire pit with billowing black smoke, and started chanting the obscure scriptures again amid the hum of the wheel.
"Damn!" Li Huowang cursed under his breath and then left the burning ground, heading towards the central large tent.
Inside the large tent, messages were occasionally delivered by sentinels and homing pigeons, all gathering on the table for strategists and generals to review.
However, Li Huowang did not seek them but instead found an old eunuch.
