Standard altarless casting—this isn't something your average Taoist can pull off, not even a low-level Daoist Master.
The Taoist stood on top of the hillside, pulled out a compass with heaven-round and earth-square from his bag, glanced at it, and looked down the mountain.
But with just one glance, he saw Jia Jinfeng pushing a stroller; inside, a gentle glow was swaying back and forth.
The Taoist's eyelid twitched; he silently recited "Supreme Heavenly Master," then strode down the slope.
Looping around to the front and waiting by the roadside, he got a good look at the baby in the stroller: still feeding, clutching a ball of light, kneading and playing with it.
The compass in the Taoist's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. He stood there slack-jawed, his eyes about to pop out.
He hurriedly closed his eyes, chanted the Calming Incantation, and opened his eyes for another look.
