Chapter 548: Qi-sighting, Divination, and Summoning Spirits

In front of the Hua City Folk Culture Administration Bureau, in a quaint little courtyard.

Li Xuan basked in the sunlight that was just beginning to show signs of fatigue at four thirty in the afternoon. He stood up from his wheelchair, stretched lazily, took a deep breath, and greedily let the air fill his lungs.

Not having to see those annoying colleagues for the time being was a delightful thing, and sending off his troublesome junior sister was also a joy. The intertwining of these two good things brought him a dreamlike sense of happiness.

How could such happiness not be shared with someone?

Thinking this, Li Xuan’s lips curled up slightly. He took out his phone and dialed his Shifu Bi Xuzi.

“Hello? Shifu? Yes, it’s me. I have some good news to tell you!”

Huá Sāng glanced sideways at her senior brother, her lips slightly parted, wanting to speak but stopping herself.

Although she could fully understand Li Xuan’s current mood–after all, her junior sister Fu Xinyi was also a troublesome and annoying person–Li Xuan’s current behavior had already gone beyond the scope of simply being in high spirits after a happy event.

Just half a day ago, he had looked as decadent and rotten as a large chunk of spoiled pork belly, but now he had gotten up from his wheelchair, lively and energetic. The contrast was so stark that even An Qing would want to exclaim “What the hell!” at this medical miracle.

Wait, something seems off?

Noticing that Li Xuan’s beaming face had a darkened glabella, Huá Sāng frowned slightly, half-closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and infused psychic energy into her eyes, silently casting the Qi-sighting Art.

Huá Sāng practiced this Qi-sighting Art to constantly monitor the state of her own Spirit Pattern, so she could adjust her Ling Seal and suppress it at any time.

It was precisely because she knew her Spirit Pattern had been stable for a long time that she found it strange when it lost control twice before.

However, besides observing Spirit Patterns, the Qi-sighting Art had another side effect: it could sense the target’s emotions and fortune. Though not as accurate as divination, it could still reveal a thing or two.

As a rosy glow flashed across her eyes, a thin mist like a gauzy curtain lifted before her, and she saw the phantom of Li Xuan’s Spirit Pattern.

On the phantom were mottled stains like mud, traces left by the erosion of the night. In addition, above the phantom’s head, wisps of pale yellow mist lingered.

Yellow qi signified happiness and freedom, the release of vitality, a heart full of joy and satisfaction, and was also a sign of good fortune–perfectly matching Li Xuan’s current mood and state. Nothing seemed wrong.

But if that was the case, why was Senior Brother’s glabella so dark?

Just as Huá Sāng was puzzled, a wisp of black qi suddenly rose from the phantom of Li Xuan’s Spirit Pattern in her vision.

Black qi signified darkness and misfortune, with hidden disasters.

How could this be?

Huá Sāng frowned, about to remind Li Xuan to be cautious in his words and actions lately to avoid inviting trouble, but before she could speak, the black qi above his head thickened, threatening to overshadow the pale yellow aura.

“Yeah, someone is sending Junior Sister Huá Sāng back, so you can rest assured! I guarantee nothing will go wrong this time!”

“What? Of course it’s not me. You know how important I am to the Hua City Midnight Watchers Society. Without me, nothing here can run properly. I’m very busy with work!”

“Who’s sending Junior Sister Huá Sāng back? Lu Yibei, the particularly annoying junior I mentioned before who always causes me trouble. Oh, right, Shifu, that guy said he longs to join our Great Pure Palace. When he gets there, please help me give him a good education…”

Watching Li Xuan talking to his Shifu, Huá Sāng’s pupils suddenly trembled.

Immediately after, she let out a soft “What the hell!” and, as if her seat had caught fire, jumped up from the wheelchair and darted to the corner of the courtyard, hiding behind the crooked old tree.

Seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster is basic human instinct; she wasn’t about to let laziness or trouble get in the way.

The mushroom girl squatting under the crooked old tree looked up at Huá Sāng, tilting her head in confusion.

Huá Sāng glanced at the mushroom girl, pointed at Li Xuan, and explained, “That guy has black clouds over his head, bad luck is coming. Whoever gets involved with him will be unlucky.”

At this moment, above Li Xuan’s Spirit Pattern phantom, thick black qi spread and surged, with faint traces of blood light showing through. Though not enough to be fatal, it was a sign of impending disaster.

At this moment, above Li Xuan’s head, thick black qi spread and surged, with faint traces of blood light showing through, a clear sign of possible death by misfortune.

In just half a phone call, he had squandered all the good luck he had just gathered. Li Xuan’s move was enough to be recorded in the Qi-sighting Art textbooks as a textbook case of joy turning to sorrow.

Hearing Huá Sāng’s words, the mushroom girl nodded thoughtfully.

She understood what Huá Sāng meant. Simply put, “Something’s wrong with him, we’re not playing with him!”

Then, as if she didn’t care at all what would happen to Li Xuan next, she quietly unwrapped a corn candy, popped it into her mouth, and slowly savored it.

Who knows when Lu Yibei will bring her more snacks next time? She had to ration them.

Mmm~ Corn is so good!

“Honestly, Lu Yibei, as an operator of the Midnight Watchers Society, is quite talented, but his personality and character are just too bad. I believe with your training, Shifu, he’ll definitely turn over a new leaf when he comes back… Hello, Shifu? Are you still there?”

“Strange, we were just talking fine, how did the call suddenly get cut off?”

At the same time, in the depths of the rear mountain of Zhenwu Mountain’s Great Pure Palace.

Amidst the encircling green mountains, a waterfall could be seen cascading down from the lush forest, falling into a small, chilly jade-green pool. Though the pool was only twenty or thirty meters across, it was extremely deep, the water a clear greenish blue, faintly exuding a mysterious spiritual aura.

By the edge of the cold pool, an old Daoist with white hair and beard sat cross-legged, dressed in a dark blue Daoist robe with the collar slightly open, looking calm and content.

Beside the old Daoist lay a strange beast, its form resembling a giant hound, but even more majestic and robust. Its entire body was covered in blue spiritual scales with a metallic sheen, and a soft golden mane, smooth as silk, stretched from the top of its head to the tip of its strong tail, swaying gently like a banner in the cool breeze.

This strange beast was the guardian divine beast of the Great Pure Palace, a Water Divine Beast possessing some of the powers of a water Qilin.

At this moment, the Water Divine Beast’s large, horned head was resting sideways in the old Daoist’s lap, nuzzling him affectionately.

“Haha, good boy, good boy. Next time I go down the mountain, I’ll bring you your favorite purple lingzhi again.”

The old Daoist laughed heartily, both hands gently stroking the Water Divine Beast’s head, his ten fingers scratching through the thick golden mane, making the Water Divine Beast snort in comfort.

Who could resist the affection of a cat or dog? Zhang Huainan was no exception.

From afar, the scene of man and beast by the cold pool, bathed in the sunset, brought to mind an old man and his dog by the roadside at dusk.

Just then, a figure quickly approached Zhang Huainan from behind, coming in a rush, the wind at his feet whistling, making the wild grass around the cold pool rustle.

The newcomer was a middle-aged Daoist in a black robe, his expression panicked.

As the middle-aged Daoist landed on a bluestone washed by a clear spring, he slowed his steps and stopped a meter behind the old Daoist, bowing slightly to him.

Before the middle-aged Daoist could speak, the old Daoist raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why are you in such a panic? Bi Xuzi, you’re an elder of the sect, you should set a good example for the disciples.”

“Composure in the face of change is the attitude we cultivators should have. If you act so rashly and the disciples see it, it’s not good.”

“Headmaster, your lesson is well taken,” Bi Xuzi replied.

“Speak, what brings you here?”

“Reporting to Headmaster…” Bi Xuzi cupped his fists and said, “My disciple Li Xuan, who is in Hua City, just called to say that Huá Sāng is coming back, and this time someone is bringing her.”

“Oh, that’s good news!” Zhang Huainan smiled.

“But…” Bi Xuzi hesitated several times before finally saying, “But Li Xuan said the one bringing Huá Sāng back is a reserve operator from Hua City, Lu Yibei.”

“Oh, reserve operator Lu… gah!” Zhang Huainan’s words stopped halfway, his mouth twitching sharply. His hands instinctively gripped the Water Divine Beast’s mane, yanking out a large tuft and exposing a patch of smooth scales.

A moment ago, the Water Divine Beast was still immersed in the pleasure of being petted, dreaming of the purple lingzhi soon to be in its mouth. The next moment, its “hair” was yanked out, leaving its head suddenly cold and rather bald.

In pain, it widened its eyes, twisted its body, flailed its four legs, and with a howl, broke free from Zhang Huainan’s embrace. It stopped at the edge of the cold pool, glared fiercely back at him, then dove into the nearby pool and disappeared.

“Who did you say is bringing Huá Sāng back?” Zhang Huainan took a deep breath and asked.

So caught up in “petting the dog” that he hadn’t noticed trouble brewing–now this was a big problem!

“Lu Yibei,” Bi Xuzi replied softly.

“Li Tieshuan, look at the disciple you’ve taught!” Zhang Huainan anxiously called Bi Xuzi by his secular name. “Didn’t I tell you before to tell Li Xuan not to provoke that Lu Family boy?”

I clearly sent over the fragments of the Pure Lotus Sword, and even snatched the advanced study spot. If it weren’t for Li Xuan stirring up trouble, he wouldn’t have come to the Great Pure Palace at all!

Bi Xuzi, “……”

Who was it just now saying that as a teacher, one should remain calm and set a good example for the disciples?

Heh, someone’s panicking now, but I won’t say who!

“I did tell him, and he didn’t provoke Lu Yibei, but…” Bi Xuzi smiled wryly, “But you never said he couldn’t ask Lu Yibei to bring Huá Sāng back in his place!”

He even wanted me to help discipline Lu Yibei, help him fix his bad habits!

As he pondered, seeing Zhang Huainan’s expression change, Bi Xuzi hurriedly said, “Headmaster, if you’re really that afraid, why not just have Qingxiazi expel Huá Sāng from the sect and not let her come back?”

“Nonsense!” Zhang Huainan growled, his expression stern. “Once you enter the Great Pure Palace, even if the sky falls, as long as she didn’t cause it herself, she’s still a disciple of our Great Pure Palace. Don’t ever say such things again!”

Besides, I, Zhang Huainan, have dominated my whole life, invincible across the world–would I be afraid?

Even if I were afraid, it would only be a little! Zhang Huainan thought, raising his head proudly.

Upon hearing this, Bi Xuzi bowed slightly. “Headmaster, your lesson is well taken.”

Zhang Huainan waved his hand dismissively. “Enough, I’ll head to Zi Xiao Terrace first.”

Bi Xuzi was stunned for a moment, puzzled. “Why are you going there?”

Zi Xiao Terrace, as it’s called, is the place in Great Pure Palace where rituals are performed to summon thunder. Depending on the strength of psychic energy, the summoned lightning can strike an area nearly covering the entire northeastern hemisphere.

Zhang Huainan clenched his fist, glanced at Bi Xuzi, and said quietly, “What do you think? Naturally, I’m going to strike down Li Xuan, that unfilial disciple!”

With that, he swept his wide sleeves, and ripples of colorless waves instantly spread around his body. In the next moment, his figure accelerated sharply, transforming into a watery streak of light, soaring skyward, heading straight for the distant high peak.

“……” Bi Xuzi watched Zhang Huainan leave, silent for a long time, then sighed quietly and murmured, “Childhood shadows take a lifetime to heal–how true those words are.”

The legend says the shadow left on the Headmaster by that senior was far too severe.

Though, with the Headmaster’s current strength, even if that legendary senior appeared in person, he couldn’t do anything to him.

But these things are like holding an old father–even if the father is too old to wield the belt, the reverence in one’s heart never fades.

Still, Bi Xuzi wasn’t worried about Li Xuan’s safety at all. He knew the Headmaster always protects his own; all those words were just venting.

If the old man truly wanted to kill, he wouldn’t need to go to Zi Xiao Terrace.

With the terrifying means of a catastrophe-class psychic, killing someone from a thousand miles away isn’t difficult; if he only wanted to break Li Xuan’s spirit, he could make Li Xuan’s beloved car explode on the spot.

Zi Xiao Terrace is hard to control alone, and Zhenwu Mountain is far from Hua City. Even if Zhang Huainan operates it, the thunder he brings down can’t kill Li Xuan–at most, it’ll leave him with some superficial wounds, nothing as severe as the dark night erosion caused by Huá Sāng.

It might even have the effect of tempering the body and refining the bones.

Within Great Pure Palace, those disciples specializing in body technique often use Zi Xiao Terrace for training.

“Tsk tsk, that brat still brags to his master, saying Hua City’s Midnight Watchers Society can’t do without him. Does he really think I’d believe his nonsense?”

“Mm, give that kid a little lesson, let him understand sooner the principle of blending with the dust and adapting to the times, stop worrying about every trivial matter–it’s not a bad thing.”

Bi Xuzi actually quite liked this disciple Li Xuan; his talent was outstanding, and he had a sense of justice, but his flaws were obvious: suspicious, gossipy, loves to show off, loves to argue, never learns.

What do you do when a kid won’t listen?

Most likely it’s from being spoiled–just give him a beating!

When the Headmaster personally acts, he won’t stop until every meridian is cleared.

——–

A busy tone sounded in his ear. Li Xuan put down his phone, staring at the screen in confusion, then turned to look at Huá Sāng. When he saw the empty wheelchair, he was stunned.

“Strange, just one phone call, and she’s gone? Where did she run off to?”

“Boom—-!”

As Li Xuan was muttering to himself, a deep rumble of thunder rolled across the sky. Lead-gray clouds piled up overhead, and in a breath, they shrouded the whole Mudan Street and even farther.

Just as he looked up, dazzling blue lightning, like a fierce giant python, bared its fangs and claws, falling from the horizon and pouring down on him, as if he were undergoing a tribulation.

“Boom!”

The lightning exploded, the courtyard ground suddenly shook, and under a blanket of blinding light, tiny arcs of electricity, like fleeing snakes, crazily darted across the ground.

Within the lightning, a figure convulsed repeatedly, limbs flailing, as if dancing a bizarre choreography.

Watching Li Xuan perform a true “thunder dance,” Huá Sāng’s lips parted slightly, letting out a soft gasp.

“Huh?”

Why is it the Zi Xiao Ren Water Thunder Technique?

Who summoned thunder–electric therapy for senior brother?

As Huá Sāng pondered, the lightning faded, and Li Xuan, charred all over, collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the clouds above that hadn’t yet dispersed. As he opened his mouth, a puff of black smoke drifted out.

Immediately after, before he could recover, rain began to fall.

The torrential rain fiercely kissed the earth, and under its cover, dazzling rain columns, wrapped with snake-like arcs of electricity, poured down like Gatling gunfire, strafing Li Xuan.

The rain splashed off his body, while the arcs burrowed into him, exploding inside, filling every limb and bone with the tingling thrill of electrocution.

After a minute, the lightning suddenly paused, but the clouds above Li Xuan’s head remained, growing even thicker, as if the Gatling had finished a magazine and was reloading.

Seeing this, Huá Sāng left her hiding place, quickly walked toward Li Xuan, reaching out to help him up.

Though she could tell the one summoning thunder didn’t truly mean to harm Li Xuan–except for the first strike, all the subsequent barrages were kept within safe limits.

But to just let Senior brother keep getting struck like this felt a bit pitiful; she couldn’t bear it.

However, she had only taken a few steps when she saw Li Xuan shakily raise a hand, his expression resolute as he squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth, “Shimei, wait, no need to help me, I’m fine!”

He really was fine!

Except for the first lightning strike that nearly injured him, every subsequent bolt landed precisely on his acupoints.

As the electric arcs exploded inside his body, not only did they gradually erode and resolve the night corrosion caused by Huá Sāng Shimei, but they also stimulated his psychic energy, surging within him and tempering his body.

In just these few minutes, it was equivalent to three or five months of strict diet and high-intensity training.

Back at the Great Pure Palace, Bi Xuzi had told him to use thunder techniques at Zi Xiao Terrace to temper his body, saying it would greatly benefit his cultivation.

He was afraid of pain and never went, making the excuse, “I’m a disciple specializing in talismans, not one of those muscleheads–why would I temper my body?” to persuade his Shifu.

Now it seemed…

Shifu truly didn’t deceive me!

He had thought he was being punished for doing something wrong, but now it was clear–this wasn’t punishment at all. Shifu must have known he was suffering from night corrosion and was helping him heal!

Although the pain and itch when the arcs exploded inside him were unbearable, afterward, there was an inexplicable sense of comfort. He was almost falling in love with this feeling! Li Xuan thought excitedly.

From a distance, Huá Sāng noticed an inexplicable smile on Li Xuan’s face and was instantly stunned.

At that moment, thunder rolled again. Bathed in lightning, Li Xuan closed his eyes, spread his arms, and let out a deeply satisfied hum.

“Mmm~ mmm~ ah!”

As if the lightning was no longer lightning, but a masterful massage.

“???” Huá Sāng looked at Li Xuan, shivered, and quietly moved a few steps away from him.

Oh no! Has Senior brother developed some strange fetish, or has his brain been fried?

——–

A moment later, Zhenwu Mountain, Zi Xiao Terrace.

At the mountain peak, surrounded by clear lake water, in the center of a complex altar carved from a massive thunderstruck rock, an old Daoist hovered in midair. His white beard and dark blue Daoist robe fluttered without wind, and dense incantations rose around him, condensing into intricate talismans that flew toward the sky.

After a long while.

Zhang Huainan slowly landed, flicked his wide sleeves to disperse the lightning, snorted arrogantly, stepped off the altar, clasped his hands behind his back, and strolled leisurely along the mountain path toward the back of the mountain.

In fact, from the moment the first lightning strike fell, his resentment had already dissipated. Upon reflection, he realized he had tormented his grand-disciple out of a moment’s impulse and felt a bit guilty. He immediately adjusted the spell formation, changing the punishment into a violent healing.

As for why it was violent healing…

Letting disciples grow through repeated tempering–wasn’t this the tradition of the Great Pure Palace?

Benefits that come too easily are like girls who are too easily won–they won’t be cherished!

Thinking this, Zhang Huainan shook his head, took out an old-fashioned cellphone, opened his contacts, found [Commander of Armaments]’s number, and dialed.

“Beep—-beep—-!”

“Hello, Bingzhu? It’s Old Zhang!” Hearing the call connect, Zhang Huainan said with a cheerful smile, “I have something to ask you, are you available now?”

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end before the steady, deep voice of the Commander of Armaments came through, “Senior, I’m not available for chess lately, nor am I interested in fishing. You’d better…”

“Hey, it’s a misunderstanding, misunderstanding!” Zhang Huainan said, “I just wanted to ask, about the list for the Yumen support investigation we discussed last time, has it been finalized? If not, how about I recommend someone?”

Although he wouldn’t expel Huá Sāng from the sect, sending her out for experience so she couldn’t return for a while was still possible.

“Oh, that!” Commander of Armaments replied, sounding somewhat relieved, “I’m afraid it’s not convenient. Huaijun and the Wordless Book both led twenty Class A Psychics as planned on the day of the meeting. They arrived near Yumen yesterday.”

“At this moment, they’re probably deep in the gobi and out of contact. Unless you have time to go yourself, otherwise…”

Zhang Huainan, “……”

The meaning was clear–the main force had already set out, and to recommend someone now, he’d have to deliver them personally.

But Zhang Huainan couldn’t possibly leave.

Recently, Eclipse Society activities had become more frequent, and with the Miracle Order’s Holy Son returning, neighboring countries were in turmoil. Many Miracle Order members and foreign forces had infiltrated Country Z, so he needed to hold the rear.

Simply put, his plan had fallen through.

Isn’t it a bit too much of a coincidence that they’ve already gone deep into the gobi?

What should he do now?

If only he wasn’t Qing Ji Senior brother’s bloodline–then I could just punch his head open. Zhang Huainan thought.

“Senior, is there anything else?” Seeing Zhang Huainan silent for a long time, Commander of Armaments asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Let’s play gateball together another day.”

Zhang Huainan said, not waiting for the Commander of Armaments to refuse his invitation to this elderly sport, and hurriedly hung up the phone.

After pondering for a while, he put away his old man’s phone, then casually took out three copper coins from his chest, gently tossed them into the air, and caught them with his palm.

When facing difficulties, people usually go through three stages of response: first relying on their own experience, then turning to scientific methods when experience fails, and finally seeking help from metaphysics when even science cannot solve or explain the problem.

Although up to now, Zhang Huainan still had many ways to stop or delay Lu Yibei from coming to the Great Pure Palace.

But as a psychic who could glimpse a bit of fate, after intervening several times to no avail, he vaguely sensed something, so he casually performed a six-line copper coin divination to ask about fortune and misfortune.

Carefully discerning the hexagram shown by the copper coins, Zhang Huainan’s slightly narrowed eyes instantly opened, his somewhat cloudy pupils trembling slightly.

The hexagram had changed! Could it be… Lu Ming’s little trick had really worked?

If that’s the case, letting that Lu Family brat return with Huá Sāng didn’t seem impossible!

If so, this old man might even be able to help him a bit, to keep him from going astray, Zhang Huainan thought.

Yes, his fear of Qing Ji’s descendants was not as severe as he made it seem.

He did have a psychological shadow, but as he himself said, only a little; otherwise, Lu Ming could never have sent Huá Sāng up the mountain back then.

But Lu Yibei was a special case; not only was he a descendant of Qing Ji, but he might also be a calamity-bringer.

When Lu Ming first came up the mountain years ago, asking him to take in the swaddled Lu Yibei, he understood Lu Ming’s intentions.

Letting Lu Yibei grow up in the Great Pure Palace, under the supervision and guidance of many elders, should prevent him from going astray.

However, before accepting Lu Yibei, Zhang Huainan, as usual, performed a divination to ask about the outcome of Lu Yibei growing up in the Great Pure Palace.

The hexagram was Kun below and Gen above, the Stripping hexagram, which meant yin flourishing and yang declining, villains gaining power, and all things falling into ruin.

Staying in the Great Pure Palace would be extremely unfavorable for both Lu Yibei and the palace itself.

Such a fate-determined matter was beyond Zhang Huainan’s power to change; he could only send Lu Ming away and try to avoid any connection between the Great Pure Palace and Lu Yibei.

Letting Huá Sāng use the opportunity of anchoring Qi Nanzhu’s special space to deliver the Pure Lotus Sword to Lu Yibei was already the maximum acceptable level of contact.

So many years had passed, and only he and Lu Ming knew the results of the divination. His extreme display of fear toward Qing Ji’s descendants was also to protect Lu Yibei.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have refrained from dealing with Lu Yibei, who might threaten the Great Pure Palace, but couldn’t guarantee that some impulsive, sect-protecting disciples wouldn’t take action.

But now, after just a few days, another divination showed the hexagram had changed to Sun below and Gen above, the Decrease hexagram, and the situation was different.

This hexagram meant loss and gain intertwined, benefit within loss, loss within benefit; as long as one handled things carefully, reducing where reduction was due, one could minimize loss and turn it into gain.

Judging from the divination, it’s better to guide than to block, to go with the flow and respond cautiously might be best.

If only he’d done this earlier, kept that kid on the mountain and taken him as a disciple, there wouldn’t have been so many headaches!

I, the dignified Headmaster of the Great Pure Palace, a catastrophe-class psychic, still have to put on an act of fearing a greenhorn in front of my disciples–how undignified!

Yes, it’s all an act! Would I still be afraid of Senior Brother Qing Ji now?

It’s just…

Zhang Huainan put away the copper coins and looked ahead. The weary sun had already set below the horizon, the night swallowing the last enchanting red glow of day, and strings of fist-sized paper lanterns, as if alive, ran along both sides of the mountain path.

But why did the original hexagram say that if the Lu Family brat came up the mountain, it would cause a situation of yin flourishing and yang declining?

That’s just too strange!

——–

Night fell, darkness shrouding the unfinished building at the edge of Hua City University Town.

“Mmmph–!”

A soft, bone-melting moan echoed from deep within the unfinished building, and soon a girl in a red-and-white color-blocked windbreaker, her face icy cold, gracefully stepped out from the shadows.

Finding the spot where she had summoned Suolang Baima last night, Lu Yibei skillfully set up the incense table, placed the censer, offerings, and ritual wine, then with a clatter, poured out a pile of odds and ends from the Divine Land prototype, rummaged through them, and found the gold necklace.

Her small hand tightened slightly around the necklace, her gaze deepening as she muttered to herself, “It’s your turn, little brat. Tonight I’ve got all the time in the world to dig out all your filthy little secrets! Even what position you used when fooling around with senior sister’s bestie–you’ll have to confess it all!”

And so, the targeted soul-calling for Hu Chuan began.