Outside the little courtyard of the thatched cottage, Yi Shuyuan and Zheng Ying each held an umbrella, while Cao Yugao stood directly in the rain.
They had arrived a little later than Xu Zichang, but had not missed the showdown between the fellow disciples-or rather, the senior disciple's one-sided showdown.
"How crude."
Zheng Ying murmured the words. Yi Shuyuan said nothing, while Cao Yugao beside him actually smiled.
"His true heart's fixation has emerged, compounded by the influence of demonic thoughts. Xu Zichang's blunt approach suits his present state of mind perfectly. Mr. Yi, I'll go take a look!"
With that, Cao Yugao walked into the courtyard. Inside the cottage, the old man, who had been sent flying by Xu Zichang's hand seal and finger strike, was struggling to rise beside a pile of tools.
"Ow... ow! You beast! At my age, you still strike me so viciously!"
The old man was in agony. A wound had opened between his brows, and a thin stream of blood kept flowing from it. He pushed himself up with both hands, only to collapse again, powerless.
Seeing the old man react this way, Xu Zichang showed no surprise at all. He did not believe his junior brother would fail to react, or that the old man before him would undergo no change.
Just as Mr. Yi had said, everything here was formed through transformation, and everything was still transforming.
Xu Zichang simply looked calmly at the old man and said,
"Junior brother, this is both a contest of magic and a debate on the Dao. It has already begun. There is no absolute fairness in this world. This time, I've taken the first step."
"What first step or second step? You robber-"
The old man grew agitated. Fear and frenzy twisted his face