Silence fell over the square. The previously noisy chatter vanished as the disciples stared in bewilderment at the four figures tumbling out from nowhere.
Ji Wudao maintained his composure best. Unbeknownst when, he had stepped aside, standing with an effortless grace, one hand behind his back and the other resting in front. At an angle where no one else could see, he stealthily massaged his slightly sprained lower back.
The other three scrambled up from the ground all at once.
Chapter 84