Jiang Qiao knew nothing of the discussion inside the building.
Even if he had known,
he would not have cared.
He walked along the street and soon arrived at the entrance to a magnificent courtyard.
Jiang Qiao did not go inside.
Instead, he took the road beside it and slowly left, looking just like an idle passerby out for a stroll. However, before leaving, he slightly flicked a finger.
A ball of lightning the size of a ping-pong ball immediately flew into the courtyard.
By then,
he had already entered a nearby lantern fair and was watching the street performances with the bustling crowd.
"Crackle, crackle—!"
The moment the ball lightning entered the courtyard,
it triggered the numerous restrictions arranged inside.
Terrifying Supernatural Fluctuations suddenly erupted. Layer upon layer of strange, inexplicable illusions continuously emerged: dried corpses dressed in gaudy clothes, dilapidated altars, candles giving off black smoke, and talismans covered in handprints...
However,
countless supernatural manifestations still found it difficult to stop the lightning.
Several guards quickly arrived.
They cursed and struck out one after another to intercept it, only to discover that no matter what means they used, they could not touch the lightning. It radiated a strange, unfathomable aura, as though it existed in a different space from everyone else.
No matter whether they hacked at it with blades or stabbed at it with spears,
or used curses and filthy invective,
nothing could touch it or make it pause for even an instant.
"What is this thing?"
The guards chased after the suddenly appearing ball of Black Lightning, shock and confusion written across every face.
The lightning ball was not particularly fast.
Yet it passed effortlessly through the supernatural manifestations and the guards, flying into the rear courtyard.
The rear courtyard was enormous.
It covered several hundred