The possessed man was a worker at the Tongfu Inn on Sages' Street.
His hair hung loose, his limbs were planted on the ground, and drool dribbled from the corners of his mouth. He lunged in every direction with claws bared, only to be driven back among the overturned tables and chairs by longswords flashing with cold light.
Most people in Flat Lake Town were Xiaoming Sect disciples, as were those drinking and eating at the inn. They had therefore managed to surround the possessed man in time and keep him from hurting innocent bystanders.
When Ding Songyan and Zheng Zhuxi reached the Tongfu Inn, the possessed man was letting out low, vicious growls at several Xiaoming Sect disciples.
What sort of evil has possessed him? Ding Songyan immediately opened his Yin Eye.
He saw a black shadow, twisting like a snake and steeped in sinister energy, clinging to the Inn Attendant.
Neither demon nor ghost-a spirit creature? Ding Songyan stopped five zhang away and watched the Xiaoming Sect disciples ahead step aside, clearing a path for Zheng Zhuxi straight to the possessed man.
Without hesitation, Zheng Zhuxi drew her sword with a ringing sound, bathing that pool of Autumn Water in a warm, dusky yellow hue.
She pushed off with her toes and rushed forward, her robes fluttering, darting left and right to confuse the possessed man.
The possessed man paid no heed to feints or reality. His dark-red eyes locked onto Zheng Zhuxi's figure, and he lunged at her with a roar.
Zheng Zhuxi sidestepped and thrust her longsword straight at the spot between his brows.
The warm, dusky sword light abruptly brightened, as though an excess length of lampwick had been trimmed away.
Through Ding Songyan's eyes, the Candlelight Sword Intent enveloped the Evil Object he suspected