Scarlett Jennings still didn’t know what had happened in the Jennings Family. After a brief lunch break, she followed a few guests back to the Taoism Academy’s afternoon training session.
Compared to the excitement of the morning’s audience interactions, the afternoon’s live broadcast seemed a bit dull.
But this didn’t stop the viewers from enjoying it; the number of online viewers continued to climb.
Most of the viewers were online passersby.
They originally weren’t very interested in this kind of mystical reality show.
Yet they happened to see the rainmaking replay video shared by netizens.
It was rainmaking!
A ritual passed down by Chinese descendants for thousands of years!
An essential traditional task during droughts!
Many people were quite interested.
And once they started watching, they couldn’t stop, even going back to watch previous episodes’ highlight clips.
The mountain region could barely be described as peaceful and serene.
However, many Mystical Sect masters who saw the video of Scarlett and Gregory Xander’s rainmaking duel were unsettled, either analyzing Scarlett’s four-talisman drawing technique or studying how she summoned such a rainfall.
In a certain courtyard in the Capital Metropolitan.
An old man looked gravely at the iPad in his hand,
"Just from the spiritual power on this young lady, it shouldn’t be enough to summon such a sudden rain; she must have invoked the Dragon God’s power, though how she got it to respond is unknown."
Clearly, the prayers, even the hand signs, were the same.
Could it be that the talisman-drawing method was wrong?
The old man pondered, just as a trendy-looking little old man across from him scoffed lightly with his phone in hand,
"Other than that person from the Special Security Bureau, who else can casually invoke the Dragon God’s power?
But that person has been missing for how many years? This girl doesn’t even match the age. Probably she’s hiding some magic artifact with the Dragon God aura."
Upon hearing this, the old man only chuckled, turning to look at another long-bearded old man sitting at another side of the square table.
"Regardless, the Sea City Taoist Academy picked a good seedling this year, congratulations."
The long-bearded old man, the president of the Sea City Taoist Academy, had been wanting to grin since earlier, but now had to maintain his dignity, responding calmly and confidently,
"Not too bad, there are quite a few with decent potential in this batch of youngsters."
He paused again, "But they are young, their personalities still need to mature."
"Publicizing the existence of our Mystical Sect in this way is quite effective."
The old man said, "Back then, mysticism was branded as feudal superstition, nearly cutting off its lineage like traditional Chinese medicine, forced into hiding, but now it’s time to vindicate our Mystical Sect."
The little old man beside showed a sour expression upon hearing this but quickly changed the topic, pointing at a frozen frame of Scarlett drawing a talisman on his phone and asking the Sea City Academy president.
"This chaotic talisman-drawing style, I feel like I’ve seen it before. That person also came out of your Sea City Academy! What was their name again, Magnolia..."
The Sea City president looked at the still image on the phone screen, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes,
"Yes, Magnolia Hearne... It’s been so many years, didn’t expect her disciple to also enter the same academy."
The coincidences of the Taoist lineage are always so indescribable.
The three elders leisurely chatted about this, while at the Capital Taoist Academy, numerous students fervently discussed the video.
Unlike the three elders, many among them quietly followed the entire live broadcast.
They all marveled at the formidable newcomer Scarlett Jennings.
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