"Are all you monks the same!?"
The area fell silent. Before anyone could perceive what was going on, Mira was already standing on Lian.
"How does power not win fights?" Mira stomped on the ground, creating a spiderweb of cracks underneath Lian's body.
Seeing that, all the disciples started to move, wanting to get Mira off of Lian, but as soon as they did, Mira held up her scythe. She didn't need to say anything for them to understand.
If they move, Lian dies.
