Chapter 215: Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts Incense?

The vendor was an old man in a filthy Taoist robe. He sat there with his eyes half-closed, dozing. Most of the bottles on his stall had no labels, only strange liquids and powders in every color. Atreus Lyson paused when he took in the man's getup. A Taoist? Hermoine pointed at a palm-sized black clay jar. A tattered red cloth covered its mouth. Atreus stepped closer. Before he could get a good look, the Old Taoist snapped his eyes open. His gaze turned hawk-sharp. "Good eye, kid. You've taken...