The crowd's expressions changed. Many of them could leap into the air and descend again, but none could descend as slowly as he had. Not to mention that mysterious wave of qi just now—it had sent dozens of charging men staggering back. Such cultivation was simply terrifying.
They looked closely and saw that he was a young man in green robes. Unfortunately, his features were ordinary, and seemingly no one recognized him.
The newcomer was naturally Song Qingshu. When he and Ren Yingying saw flames lighting up the King of Shu's residence, they knew something had happened here. They raced over and arrived just in time to see a group of people charging at Yilin, leaving him no choice but to intervene.
Of course, he had not revealed his original appearance. The Golden Snake Camp was nominally resisting the Qing army's southern advance. If word spread that he had appeared in Sichuan, it could easily cause diplomatic complications.
It did not matter that he had revealed his identity to Yilin and Tian Boguang earlier. Their status was low, and they had little influence in the martial world. But there were so many Southern Song officials here now, along with a sect leader like Zuo Lengchan. He could not afford to be careless.
"Who are you, sir?" Murong Fu and Zuo Lengchan were both too calculating to immediately figure out his background, leaving them uncertain and suspicious. Shen Xiaolong, however, stepped forward and asked directly.
Song Qingshu answered calmly, "I am a humble commoner from the wilderness, not worth mentioning."
"Then why are you stopping us from killing these traitors?" Shen Xiaolong pressed.
"Traitors?" Song Qingshu shook his head. "I do not know who the traitors are. I only saw you trying to kill a kind little nun."
Zuo Lengchan finally