"Chief, you're too kind."
The Daoist stroked his beard and said in a deep voice, "This act by the Shu Prince Mansion is nothing more than an attempt to make Chengdu Prefecture lively, most likely for popularity and incense, as they probably intend to perform some ritual."
Wang Daoxuan nodded in agreement, "Daoist, your words make sense!"
Among the Gold Sect, there are many fake Taoists who deceive, but there are also no shortage of extraordinary talents.
Seeing everyone's approval, the Daoist couldn't help but unfasten the Iron Abacus from his waist, setting it down on the table with a clatter, and started manipulating it with a clattering sound.
"Daoist, you actually know such a mysterious art?"
Wang Daoxuan, intrigued, asked upon seeing this.
