Lin Qiang took a deep breath as he held a slim magic wand the length of a forearm.
That magic wand differed greatly from the ones used by sorcerers. It could not direct the powerful energies generated by sorcery, but could harvest the delicate strands of magic to draw a summoning spell.
Lin Qiang looked rather serious as he started directing the power within his body into his magic wand. A golden light shone at the tip of his wand, which Lin Qiang used to draw a huge glowing trigram.
Ji Fengyan did not show any reaction from the beginning until now. She sat unmoving on the back of the elephant statue, looking on in interest as Lin Qiang gradually drew out his summoning spell.
It nearly drove the little old man and burly man mad with anxiety as they watched Ji Fengyan's placid manner.
