Panic slowly took over Shangguan Lingxiu and Old Mistress Shangguan's expressions.
Watching the three joss sticks burn quietly, the grandmother and granddaughter duo could not help feeling that the joss sticks looked prideful and refined as they burned, untainted from all worldly affairs.
No matter how gracious the incense blazed away, the calm composure of the two people who were waiting was slowly but surely being ruffled.
As the three joss sticks were about to reach their ends, there was still nothing. Old Mistress Shangguan could not help being consumed by anxiety.
"What's happening? Why isn't there any reaction?"
The old mistress stared restlessly at the smoke and subconsciously murmured, "Could it be… fake?"
Once she entertained this possibility, it was difficult to maintain her composure. The old lady felt chilled to the core as she trembled uncontrollably.