C323 What's Right and What's Wrong

Sub Meridians One to Twenty-One

If the previously dark room was a deathly still sea, then Tan Qingsoong's finger was like the mixed Sky Silk in Nezha's mind, stirring up the swirl of talismans and paper in the dark room.

The dense spell paper on top of the sarcophagus flew up into the air along with the whirlwind, revealing the sarcophagus' original appearance