"Then come here!"
The Green-Clothed Taoist turned his head in pain and looked towards Tang Xueting, saying:
"My body has been severely injured by you, and I am now unable to transmit the spell to you!"
"Really?"
Tang Xueting did not move her feet, just stretched out her right hand and grabbed through the air, lifting the Green-Clothed Taoist up and bringing him half a meter in front of her before she said:
"Can you speak now?"
Lifted by Tang Xueting as if he were a small chicken, anger was burning in the heart of the Green-Clothed Taoist, but he just didn't have the courage to lash out, so he timidly said:
"Now I can!"
Following that, the Green-Clothed Taoist formed a spell with his hand and began to chant a spell towards Tang Xueting.
"Hum hum hum—"
As the eerie spell came from the mouth of the Green-Clothed Taoist, Yan Moshan saw golden ancient characters emerging from his mouth, floating one by one towards Tang Xueting, and lining up in a row in front of her.