Sure enough, as the instigator lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground, the strand of black energy vanished as well.
The crowd below immediately descended into chaos when they saw someone struck down by a stone that had come hurtling out of nowhere.
Especially the guards stationed at the city gate.
They had thought that on such an important day, no one would come looking for trouble unless they were tired of living. Yet someone truly had come with no fear of death.
"Village chief, please look at my Changsheng! What's wrong with him?" the woman pleaded, ignoring the child wailing in her arms.
The old man made his way through the crowd and examined the unconscious young man. "He's fine. He was only knocked unconscious. He'll be all right once he wakes up."
"Then when will he wake up? The Spiritual Root testing is about to begin. This is his last chance." The woman's sobbing did not stop in the slightest.
"I don't know either, but the Spiritual Root testing will last several days. He should be able to make it. For now, settle him in a nearby inn and let him rest properly, so he can wake up as soon as possible."
As everyone hurriedly helped carry him into the city, the child whom the young man had been pressed close against all this time quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
For some reason, the moment Brother Changsheng lost consciousness, the child suddenly felt utterly light and at ease, as though something had returned to her body.
Having done a good deed without leaving her name, Xue Fuyao turned and left.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
The Western Continent.
In the reception hall of the Shangguan Aristocratic Clan.
After their indirect inquiries and earnest requests, the master of the Heaven-Seeking Tower