"The person we are seeking has the surname Zuo, called Zuo Heng."
Just as the words fell, the single candle in the room suddenly flickered with a faint "pop" sound. In this quiet room, the sound seemed deafeningly loud, causing the flickering candlelight to momentarily dim.
The man lowered his eyelids, seemingly unmoved.
It was only after the candlelight returned to normal that he slowly stood up, as if he hadn't heard Lu Xiao's words. He walked to the shrine on the other side of the room and directly took some incense ash from the censer, putting it in his palm. Returning to the bedside, he used his nail to pick it up and then sprinkled it on Shang Ruyi's wound.
Lei Yu was anxious and rushed forward to stop him: "Wait a moment, can this really work?"
The man glanced up at her, his eyes cold, as if saying — Are you teaching me what to do?
