Only that place.
It can only be that place.
"I want to make a big enough commotion without harming the bodies of the People of Tang Sect. There's no other way."
A compassionate expression appeared on Zhou Li's face as he reached out to drop the Talisman he had prepared earlier into the precise machinery. He brought his hands together, closed his eyes, and murmured softly:
"Omituofo, Yellow-robed Painter above, have mercy on these ignorant people who are about to don the Yellow Clothes. They are innocent."
Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and Zhou Li declared in a low voice:
"I am guilty!"
As his voice fell, the Talisman, with its mechanical precision structure, instantly unfolded, tightly affixing twelve accurately placed Talismans to the pipes, connections, and various critical parts of the machinery.
The wind and fire intertwined, the wind feeding the flames, and the flames spreading with the wind.
"Alas."
