137, Assassin

In the withered forest, Chen Ji sat cross-legged on soft, decaying leaves, chanting under his breath.

"Immortal Daoist are not divine beings, accumulating essence and energy is deemed true. The marvelous sounds of Huangtong and Miao Yin are hard to hear, inscribed on the Jade Book with Red Elixir verses..."

Perched atop his head, Wu Yun craned his neck to peep at the characters on the scroll, curiously saying, "Can chanting spells really summon a rescue party?"

Without pausing in his recitation, Chen Ji continued for a moment before he answered, "It's not certain they will come, it all depends on the rescuer's perception..."

Wu Yun puzzledly asked, "But what if the rescue party lacks perception?"

Chen Ji thought it over and replied, "Then it depends on whether he can tolerate the pain."

As long as it hurt enough, Jin Zhu would undoubtedly be unable to resist coming to find him.