Shi Qingxuan fell silent.
Xie Lian, feeling a sense of foreboding, called out, "Wind Master, are you alright? Are you still there? What happened? Why aren't you speaking???"
If he had been taken away by those mischievous night walkers amidst the chaos, it didn’t explain his sudden silence. Could he have been harmed already? But no matter how anxious Xie Lian was, it was useless—he had no idea where the Wind Master was right now!
Finally, the crowd quieted down, and Ming Yi emerged from the Water Temple. The Heavenly Court had rules prohibiting the wanton use of spiritual power or the random manifestation of deities in front of mortals. Causing injury or death would result in being reprimanded.
These rules troubled the disciplined officials, or else they could wave their hands and send the crowd flying along with the rooftops. The crowd finally came to their senses, screaming and scattering, "It’s appeared! It’s really appeared!"
"Monster!"
Xie Lian asked, "Earth Master, why didn’t you hold on to the Wind Master? Did you see him? When did you lose track of him?"
Ming Yi replied, "There was a ghost in the crowd taking advantage of the chaos to attack."