Without a doubt, it was the incense that had saved him.
"The ghost's resentment is all in its eyes, don't make eye contact with it," the previous incident had also shocked Xiang Fengchen into breaking out in a cold sweat.
Walking to the tree they had passed earlier, Yang Xiao crouched down and pulled out the stick of incense, seeing that the end had been inserted nearly two centimeters into the soil.
This incense had been lit and thrown by Xiang Fengchen. The fact that he could throw the stick of incense several meters and have it penetrate the soil without breaking spoke to no small feat. This indicated that Xiang Fengchen's skills were not limited to just strategic intellect but also included some martial prowess.
"Many thanks, Senior Xiang," Yang Xiao turned around and bowed solemnly in gratitude. Regardless of any previous grudges Xiang Fengchen had with his own director, this time he had genuinely saved his life, and the title of 'Senior' was indeed deserved.