A few Demonic Path followers vanished under the White Qi, prompting the entire city of mortals to fall silent for a moment.
The roars and shouts that had been clamoring suddenly quieted down, which was somewhat eerie for a time.
Dead...
Truly dead.
These Immortals, whom they had once revered and feared, had been killed by even mightier Immortals, just as they had treated them.
And this mightier Immortal... was on their side.
Observing the silent crowd, still seemingly in shock, Song Yin raised his hand, and the various deeds and debt agreements surrounded him.
"These are your house deeds, stating the sales and mortgages made just for a bit of gold and silver, a bit of food."
"If it were a fair contract, I would not say a word, but this is Demonic Path deceit, crafted especially to dominate and bully you, all to better serve their own cultivation. These contracts..."
With a flick of his finger, the papers burst into White Qi and dissipated into nothing beneath it.
