The palace-robed woman suddenly flung the Copper Coin in her hand high into the sky; as a sudden thought flashed past, it actually transformed into a copper basin over a foot wide, plummeted from midair, and landed precisely in the very center of the stone platform.
The surface of this basin was densely covered with layer upon layer of incomparably intricate runes; within it a clump of hazy purple light orb surged unceasingly, as if something were vaguely hidden inside, yet it was impossible to see even the slightest trace clearly.
The expression of the palace-robed woman did not change, but one slim jade-like finger calmly pointed, one by one, toward the eight wooden figures all around.
At once, the originally motionless wooden figures suddenly exuded layer upon layer of eerie black Qi from their surfaces; then, as it condensed, it actually transformed into eight vicious ghost faces of differing appearances.
