Chapter 215: Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts Incense?
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Updated : May 14th, 2026
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...
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