Loud banging noises could be heard coming from all directions, as the civilians in An He City began to slam their doors and windows close.
Grinning coldly, Miao Yihu spun to stare at Reverend San Le, who was walking slowly towards him along the main street. He pulled out a rounded bone mirror and waved it at Reverend San Le. A faint dark light flashed across the mirror's surface made from the polished bone of an unknown creature, and followed by the flickering of an ancient-looking rune. Suddenly, Reverend San Le's body swayed a little, and a green light burst out from him, from which a vague ghost howl echoed out.
Miao Yihu shook his head and retracted the bone mirror. "How dare you, a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, speak to me like that?" He said gloomily.
