The voice fell, and everyone was startled.
The common folk surrounding the stall froze in place, expressions of shock and confusion written across their faces. The Taoist, however, was the first to react, his face darkening as he said:
"Daozhang, I see you too are someone of the path. How can you spew such slander?"
Yin Weiyin chuckled coldly, saying little. She formed a hand seal with one hand and began to step in the罡步 pattern—three steps, nine movements—a foundational technique allegedly passed down from Xia Yu, the Lord of Mountains and Rivers.
As she chanted softly, her movements aligned with her sword. The Peach Wood Sword in her hand seemed to come alive, slithering forward like a snake, striking straight at the Taoist. Chen Yi caught a glimpse of faint glimmers but couldn't make out the full picture.
