When Xia Siheng barged in with his men.
In the vast clearing behind the inn, two people were locked in a battle that darkened heaven and earth. Their black and white figures blurred like phantoms, making it impossible to tell who was who.
Master Shunfeng, who had fallen to one side, sat up clutching his chest. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he watched the scene with a pained expression.
"Uncle-Master Shunfeng!" Master Yuantong hurried over and helped him up from the ground.
Xia Siheng glanced at the two combatants locked in their fierce struggle, then asked Master Shunfeng, "What happened here?"
Master Shunfeng invoked the Buddha's name.
"It happened like this. While Daoist Qianyun and this old monk were flying back to the Capital, we discovered that this inn's evil aura soared into the heavens. It nearly knocked us out of the sky."
"So Daoist Qianyun and I came down to investigate. Sure enough, an evil spirit was causing trouble. After Daoist Qianyun subdued it, the innkeeper served us wine and tea to express his gratitude. After that, we lost consciousness."
"We must have fallen into a trap. Once I woke up, I used a magical treasure to send a message back. Now Daoist Qianyun is fighting that villain. Even poisoned, Daoist Qianyun can still battle him for three hundred rounds. This old monk admires such prowess!"
With that, Master Shunfeng pressed his palms together again and murmured a prayer of compassion.
Xia Siheng pondered for a moment.
Suddenly, something clicked.
His expression instantly turned wary.
"What is it, Your Highness?" Jing Wu asked when he noticed the change in his expression.
Xia Siheng lowered his voice and snorted coldly. "I fear this is aimed at me."
With the emperor afflicted by divine gu, Daoist Qianyun