Just as the gathered heroes assembled in Wudang's Hall of the Three Pure Ones and Abbess Miejue was questioning True Person Zhang of Wudang, a young Daoist boy dressed as a Wudang chores disciple unexpectedly stepped forward and interrupted her. The gathered heroes all turned to look in astonishment.
Abbess Miejue flew into a rage, divine light blazing in her eyes as she coldly stared at the Daoist boy. "You disciple are exceedingly rude. When elders are speaking, what right do you have to interrupt?"
Under normal circumstances, Abbess Miejue would have acted directly to teach him a lesson.
Yet this was Wudang's Hall of the Three Pure Ones, and True Person Zhang was right before her. Abbess Miejue could not simply attack.
Still, her words carried a fierce, intimidating force. Her voice also contained a trace of spiritual intimidation, transforming into a wave of pressure aimed at the dirt-smudged Daoist boy.
Many disciples with shallow cultivation felt their hearts tremble and their faces pale merely from Abbess Miejue's sharp rebuke. The Daoist boy, bearing the brunt of it, naturally suffered an even stronger impact.
However, Zhang Sanfeng took a single step forward and stood there calmly. Without making any obvious move, he merely drew in his chest, straightened his back, and sighed softly. The soundwave attack from Abbess Miejue dissipated as lightly as wind passing through clouds.
The crowd only saw Zhang Sanfeng step out and sigh, as though he was displeased by Abbess Miejue reprimanding a Wudang disciple. Beyond that, he seemed to have no other intent. Yet those with keen eyesight knew that the old True Person had effortlessly neutralized Abbess Miejue's deliberate sound attack.
Abbess Miejue frowned, inwardly alarmed. Yet she was stubborn and unyielding by nature, and she still coldly faced Zhang Sanfeng. "Could it