"Hmm? This is..."
When Qiu An's consciousness returned, what met his eyes was a crowd packed three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside.
Had it been anyone else, such a drastic shift in the scene before their eyes—from a field of lush green to layer upon layer of human figures—would inevitably have caused discomfort. Yet Qiu An adapted in mere moments. At the same time, he noticed the currents of air swirling around him and understood that, due to his earlier mistaken perception, he had arranged them in the world of his consciousness projection to protect the many guards and guides. As a result, Donghua's physical body had reacted as well, creating this situation.
"I wonder whether I accidentally injured anyone just now. I must not leave a stain upon Master's reputation."
Now that matters had reached this point, Qiu An understood the deeper meaning behind it and naturally felt some concern. But then his thoughts shifted. He drew the currents back in, his gaze falling upon the unconscious people nearby, and exhaled into the air.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The several guards sprawled on the ground suddenly trembled all over. A few holes appeared out of nowhere in their clothes, and then they all made sounds and awakened.
When they sat up, they too were startled by the scene around them, to the point that they had no time even to consider the doubts in their hearts.
All around them, the many wanderers of the martial world gathered here had originally harbored their own thoughts. Seeing Qiu Yan and Qiu An open their eyes one after another, their thoughts churned even more. But when Qiu An revealed this technique of striking acupoints from afar, they were once more awed into silence.
Even the few who had earlier clamored