"Yes," Feng Youqing nodded, walked towards the door, "I'll go get it for you now."
"Alright."
Soon, Feng Youqing entered with an exquisite incense burner in hand.
Mu Qingli took the incense burner, "Aunt Feng, once I light this incense, you'll be able to see Tang Ling. You should prepare yourself mentally."
"Okay, okay," Feng Youqing nodded excitedly.
Mu Qingli placed the incense in the burner and then lit it with a lighter. Instantly, a strong scent spread through the air.
This is called Xijiao Incense.
The ancients said: One should not dare to burn horn, for upon burning, it emits a peculiar fragrance; when it clings to one's sleeves and sash, one can communicate with ghosts.
Therefore, Xijiao Incense has always been forbidden in China.
As the scent grew stronger, Feng Youqing became more anxious, "Miss Mu, when can I see Lingling?"
Before Mu Qingli could answer, the weeping voice of Tang Ling came from behind her, "Mom..."