Everyone in the temple who witnessed this scene was thrown into a panic, their faces drained of all color.
As the cry of "Grandmaster!" rang out, the entire temple seemed cowed by that overwhelming presence.
Especially the handsome young man—he knew full well that the saber-wielding brawny man's martial arts were formidable, only one step away from the Grandmaster Realm.
Though the youth had little experience in the world, he understood perfectly well the weight carried by the words "Grandmaster."
In Great Qing, there were only four Grandmasters, true pinnacles of the martial world.
They could laugh proudly at kings and nobles!
The woman in white grasped Su Ziyin's hand, her expression grave.
The two scholars had already backed away again and again in terror, their faces deathly pale.
Zou Shuning supported her aged father, her eyes full of worry. To encounter a Grandmaster of the martial world in this dilapidated temple—it was simply unbelievable!
It truly defied all reason!
Why would such a figure appear in a place this secluded?
A dragon encountered while wandering through shallow waters!
The old man surnamed Zou was equally stunned, but he was even more concerned for the safety of the man lying on the ground.
At this moment, an Azure-Robed Daoist slowly walked over and spoke with a smile.
"Rest assured, everyone. He won't die."
An indescribable aura spread outward. They all felt as though the temple were tilting, their heads spinning, their feet nearly unable to hold them upright.
The rain outside the temple had gradually eased.
Taking advantage of the moment, the thin scholar tried to rush out of the temple. Yet he only felt his head grow heavy and his feet light, and he stumbled to the ground in panic.
With the Azure-Robed Daoist standing in the temple, there