The leading sword beam moved as agilely as a serpent, skirting over thin clouds as it made its way toward Wu Qi. From within, a young Daoist called out, "Greetings, fellow Daoist! May I know your name, and what is your purpose of visiting Uncle Master Miao Yuan?"
Wu Qi stared at the approaching sword beam, his eyes gleaming red.
The air in front of the mountain where Green City was situated was heavy with incense smoke. Countless believers packed the Daoist and Buddhist temples there, whilst half-true and half-fake Daoists and monks were selling all kinds of fake talismans and accessories to pilgrims, believers, and tourists outside. There were even wealthy men offering generous donations in the great halls of the temples. The place looked peaceful and bustled with activity.
