Luckily, the enraged Divine Official wasn't someone who needed persuasion through force.
Facing the temple elder who seemed prepared to sacrifice himself, Tang Xing merely lifted his hand and pointed to a beam of light in the sky, advising Baili Qiuxin: "You are not my match; better await your Divine Messenger."
With just this sentence, the resolute temple elder forcibly stopped in his tracks, as if sensing something. His face lit up with joy as he turned to look in the direction Tang Xing pointed.
It was a luminous orb composed of mysterious yellow and bright blue, slowly swirling and rolling closer. Upon the orb stood an elegant figure, behind whom seemed to extend four lines of cloud, as divine as a saint.
Perhaps to the villagers, this figure was still blurry, but to Baili Qiuxin, it was all too familiar.
