In a daze...
A pair of blue cloth shoes appeared in his vision.
The Daoist had reached him and stood looking down, a trace of viciousness curling his lips.
The next instant.
He raised his foot, poised to stamp down.
ROAR-!!!
A dragon's roar erupted.
A furious silver dragon came roaring from the far end of the street and swallowed the Daoist's figure whole.
The previously insufferably arrogant blue-robed Daoist was driven back several yards by that single strike, steadying himself somewhat awkwardly.
Before he could lash out.
Perfectly synchronized footsteps shook the long street like muffled thunder rolling across the earth.
A mass of figures dressed in black with crimson markings poured from the street corner like a black tide. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the area so tightly that not a drop of water could escape.
And amid that crowd.
A young man clad in a gold robe slowly stepped forward.
At the sight of him.
The Daoist finally lowered his shoulders, true qi surging within him.
A faint phantom of a mountain flashed behind him and vanished.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked softly, "And who might you be?"
Faced with that question.
The young man remained expressionless. The furious silver dragon transformed into a pallid longsword, flew back to his side, and circled him.
"I am You Wujiang, Gold Robe Inspector of the Great Tang's Demon Suppression Office."
With that said.
He raised his hand slightly, and the longsword hummed.
"A dignified Mountain-Viewing Martial Venerable, bullying a few peddlers and laborers in the streets? Surely that is beneath your station. If you wish to find someone to practice against, I would be happy to exchange a few moves with you."
At those words, the Daoist fell silent for a moment.
Though