At the inn below, Jiang Lan saw the elderly man in blue emerge, and his delicate face, reminiscent of a blue lotus in a pond, finally showed some change. He paused and said softly,
"Grandpa Wu, you shouldn't have come out..."
The aged scholar flicked his sleeves, unleashing a wave of Qi Force that sent several black-clad swordsmen, who had hidden their cultivation, flying backward. The martial arts of the Confucian Sect were not particularly suited for battle, but the rich Inner Strength he had cultivated over many years was beyond the reach of ordinary martial artists.
When the black-clad swordsmen landed, the indentations in their chests formed a terrifying curve.
Such injuries, even if tended by an Immortal, would undoubtedly be fatal. The continuing waves of Qi Force frightened the other attacking swordsmen into stepping back two paces, fearing that the next moment the heavy Qi Force from those sleeves would crash onto them.
