Han Li and his two companions also stood up, and Monk Han Li took a few steps forward, walking to the side of a Giant Cauldron. He muttered some incantations and with a single gesture, a blue Daoist paper talisman burst towards it.
The Giant Cauldron immediately buzzed and emitted a brilliant blue light; its size quickly shrank to the size of a fist and hovered mid-air.
Weirdly, under the cauldron, a dark and murky hole appeared on the ground, and a crystal clear ice staircase slanted downwards, its destination unknown.
Monk Han Li made a beckoning gesture toward the mini-cauldron with one hand and tucked it into his sleeve, then led the way down.
Bai Mengxin and a middle-aged man in green followed closely behind.
An old woman and a monk in a grey robe exchanged glances before following them down.
Han Li narrowed his eyes as he regarded the hole, a smirk that was not quite a smirk appeared on his lips, and he too followed them down.
