Opening the Eyes of the People (One More Plea)

Clang, clang!

Copper coins bounced!

The people of the Trickery Sect had seen countless similar sounds and scenes. After all, they came from the jianghu; this was how they made their living. They had always thought the sound of copper coins was the sweetest music, but for the first time, they felt it was unbearably heavy.

Clang, clang. The sound rang incessantly in their ears. It was clearly only one copper coin bouncing, yet it sounded as though ten thousand coins were leaping inside their ears.

There was clearly only a single coin bouncing in the bowl of the Yuan family's young troupe leader, right there in the town. But whether their eyes were playing tricks on them or not, everyone saw copper coins bouncing before their eyes, filling their vision and throwing their hearts into chaos.

The gongs and drums in the town fell silent.

Someone pounded the drums and gongs with all their might, concealing a trick in the sound, hoping to subdue the person who had entered the town. But before the clatter of the bouncing coin, the drums and gongs were beaten back.

The flames and colored lanterns dimmed.

No matter how beautiful the fireworks, no matter how exquisite the lanterns, they seemed no match for the radiance reflected off that blackened copper coin.

Countless Trickery Sect experts, all renowned in the jianghu, wanted to make their move at that moment. But they all found themselves hamstrung, their feet and bodies growing unbearably heavy. The clanging filled their hearts and eyes.

Before that single coin, every kind of uncanny trick seemed to lose its allure, becoming utterly ordinary.

Meanwhile, figures had appeared in the darkness around the town, at every point of the compass. They watched the commotion from afar, wearing thoughtful expressions.

Someone said, "This