C153 Ghost Immortal

At the stroke of midnight within the Heaven's Consecration Hall of the Three Dragons Society in D City, a Daoist elder with a mane of silver hair and beard cradled a gold and silver horsetail whisk in his hands, his gaze lost in contemplation as he peered into the night sky.

"Keer, go see what's happening on the city's west side," he instructed.

Beside him