Du Yulin froze.
She stood beneath the old willow by the lake, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide, her expression caught between shock and wild joy.
Her hands slipped from the trunk and hung at her sides, her fingertips trembling faintly.
Not from fear, but excitement.
Hadn't those trapping formations, bamboo arrows, and embroidery needles all vanished?
Why had they come alive again in an instant?
She asked herself that question over and over, yet found no answer.
She remembered clearly that, during the battle that day, she had watched Daoist Wu erase those trapping formations one by one.
The bamboo arrows had vanished into the autumn wind one by one, while the embroidery needles had flown off to who knew where.
She had watched every trace Wang Xian left behind be wiped away, and Azure Dragon Town turn into a living hell. Flames burned everywhere.
Yet now, those destroyed trapping formations were operating, those vanished bamboo arrows were dancing through the air, and those untraceable embroidery needles had reappeared in the wind.
Everything was there. Everything had come alive again.
Daoist Wu was stunned as well.
From the summit of Five-Mile Slope, he had clearly sensed that the rune formations in Azure Dragon Town had been reduced to ashes after the final battle, without even a trace of aura remaining.
That was a fact he had personally confirmed.
After the battle ended, he had swept the entirety of Azure Dragon Town with his divine sense, searching inch by inch, examining stone by stone.
He had confirmed that every talisman had been burned, every formation had collapsed, and every trace had vanished.
He had even plowed through the entire Azure Dragon Town with his sword qi, ensuring that nothing remained.
How could this be?
He frowned, the light upon