The yin energy contracted, and the black mist receded like a tide, vanishing at the end of the street.
Only after Situ Yun had completely disappeared from sight did Chen Yan's taut nerves ease slightly. He secretly let out a breath as the Incense and Fire Prayer Power gradually dispersed, and exhaustion washed over him.
Truth be told, if a fight had truly broken out, Chen Yan had not the slightest confidence that he could keep Situ Yun behind. But all he sought was rather to be jade shattered than tile intact—nothing more.
When a person reached this point, all they fought for was the breath in their heart.
If that breath scattered, then their fighting spirit... would be gone as well.
"Good!!!"
"Lord Chen is mighty!!!"
"Lord Chen will prevail!!!"
"Wonderful!!!"
"..."
Beyond the street, the watching townsfolk erupted into deafening cheers. Ordinary people might not have been able to distinguish the mysteries of sorcery, but they could tell good from evil at a glance. What they cheered for was justice defeating evil once again.
From the restaurant above, the young girl watched the jubilant crowd. A radiant smile bloomed on her fair, pretty face, and her bright eyes remained fixed upon the young man below as she said in surprise:
"Senior Brother, this little Lord Chen is incredible!"
Zhan Yuming's icy eyes, cold as a frigid pool, remained as indifferent as ever. Watching the youth below, surrounded like the moon by stars, the otherwise placid depths of his gaze rippled faintly. In a cold voice that seemed almost mocking, he uttered four words:
"Womanly compassion."
With that, he turned and departed. His white robes gleamed like those of a divine being, untouched by the slightest speck of worldly dust. Any diner in the restaurant who saw him could