Master Xiaoqiao had already noticed the abnormality in the flames and couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
However, the screams of the family of patrons had not yet subsided.
Suddenly, incense ash flew out from the censer in front of him, carrying a stream of Yin Energy, rushing towards Master Xiaoqiao.
That dense Yin Energy was like an invisible heavy pressure, as sharp as the blade of a sword, instantly enveloping Master Xiaoqiao.
It was as if a large saber, with a thunderous clatter, was cleaving towards him.
On the incense candles on either side, the black flames also began to dance about.
They clawed and writhed like deformed ghostly hands, attacking Master Xiaoqiao.
The other people around were already scared stiff, screaming as they turned to run.
Master Xiaoqiao's face also changed, as he hastily raised his Mage Sword, trying to block.
But the onrushing evil Qi still sent him flying.
