Taoist Zhi Qing was on the verge of going mad.
He knew, of course, that Taoist Ming Yu was chanting the Golden Light Divine Curse, but the problem was, what kind of Daoist could actually manifest a golden light just by chanting it?!
'Wasn't this "golden light" supposed to be a metaphorical spark of inspiration concentrated in one's spirit?'
Taoist Zhi Qing subconsciously began to follow along. He stepped out the Righteous Yu Step, formed the Taiqing Seal with his hands, activated his Cultivation and Luck, and began chanting the Spell, "Heaven and Earth Profound Sect, Root of Ten Thousand Qi. Vast Cultivation for Billions of Years, Prove My Divine Techniques."
After finishing the four lines, he stopped.
A gentle breeze rustled past. The sparrows in the old courtyard tree chirped and flew away. Nothing else happened.
Taoist Zhi Qing was speechless.
Taoist Ming Yu burst out laughing. He pointed at Taoist Zhi Qing, shook his head, and said, "You're not there yet."
