Qin Miao brought his two talismans to the spot where the team staff usually smoked.
At this moment, there was hardly anyone there. It was the eve of the race, and the technicians and strategy team were the busiest, so naturally, no one was hanging around.
Qin Miao directly lit his two talismans in the ashtray. Although he didn't know the Daoist rituals, he knew it wasn't done with palms together. The only gesture he was familiar with was the Daoist fist and palm salute.
So, after lighting the two talismans, Qin Miao bowed his hands roughly in the direction of his homeland.
Just as Qin Miao finished his third bow and stood up, a sudden clap of thunder echoed across the sky. He didn't pay much attention to it; after all, it's common for it to thunder during rainy days.
Anyway, with all these supernatural rituals done, it was time for the pre-race parade.
Qin Miao felt a bit more at ease, or rather, he reached a sense of calm having done everything he could at this stage.
