"Yi Taoist, cease your actions,"
"You all must stop fighting."
The Sword Immortal floated in mid-air, emitting a startled cry.
With jade-like hands, she formed a sword gesture and the green sword leaped from its scabbard, ready to join the fray.
However, at that moment, a gentle circle of Buddhist light enveloped her.
It was the frenzied monk Kong Xiang, emerging from the riverbank crowd, stepping in front of the Sword Immortal and matching her palm for palm.
The result was a dead heat.
His intervention immediately propelled the atmosphere at the scene to a new climax.
Many marveled at the spectacular display unfolding on the banks of the Wu River that day.
"Isn't that Diān Hé Shang, one of the 'Three Eccentrics of Buddhism'?" someone knowledgeable within the crowd recognized Kong Xiang, who had stepped in front of the Sword Immortal.
"Diān Hé Shang? Who is that?" someone asked, not understanding.
In the world, every poison has its antidote within five steps.
