"Miss! Miss! What's wrong with you?"
The two young ladies stood dazed, sending the maidservants at their sides into a panic. They called out again and again, yet neither woman gave any response. Growing desperate, one maid recalled Qiu Yan's strange movement just now. She raised her head and glared viciously at Qiu Yan.
"You lowborn wretch, did you use some demon art to bewitch our young ladies?"
Qiu Yan shook his head. "Why would I bewitch them? Do you think I seek something from them? Their beauty? Beauty vanishes in the blink of an eye; after a few decades, it too becomes dry bones. Or their families' power? Power is but floating clouds to me. If I seek authority, it is only to forge thought through power; once accomplished, I can shake off my sleeves and leave. It can be done in an instant—why would I need to seek it from women?"
"You brat, what are you muttering about? Do you think that just because you frightened Qiu Xu and Huo You, you can truly suppress us?" Another maid stepped forward at this moment. "We have long heard that demon arts exist in this world. Recently, there is a Heart-Severing Daoist wandering the land, and it is said he will soon arrive in our city. If you do not quickly dispel the demon art on our young ladies, be careful that our master does not invite that Daoist here to perform his rites!"
"Hmm?" Hearing this, Qiu Yan's heart stirred, and he realized something crucial.
"This illusion was constructed from the aura within the Emperor Lord's Dao Seal. To leave it, I must either immerse myself in it and comprehend its mysteries. For others, such mysteries would be a rare opportunity, but I am now exploring my own path.