Meanwhile, outside the courtyard, Kuang Hongyi was having a rough time as well. Once he confirmed the changes in the opera singing, he knew Xi Yao had arrived, and the ghostly play was officially underway. He immediately lit the red lanterns to send out a signal, while also lighting the Welcoming Incense in his hand.
Soon after, a thick fog rolled in from the distance, quickly enveloping everything around with its rapid spread. The visibility within the fog didn't exceed five meters, and gradually, shapes emerged from within it, heading straight towards the courtyard gate.
Kuang Hongyi heeded the old man's instructions, steadying his mind, holding three sticks of Welcoming Incense, with a slight smile on his face, he nodded gently to the approaching guests.