The old woman, with her forehead already bloodied from knocking it against the ground, saw that Wang Jing remained indifferent, and leaped in front of the scholar in the Confucian shirt and the woman Yingying.
Streaming with tears, she cried out to Chen Ping'an and the saber-wielding man, "Gentlemen! Please show mercy! We took you in with good intentions, never expecting such a disaster to fall from the skies. Although my young master and mistress are no longer fully human, they have never harmed anyone! The manor only absorbs *yin* breath for sustenance and has never damaged the surrounding spiritual energy; on the contrary, they have been trying every possible way to help dispel the toxic miasma! Heavens, open your eyes! Save us!"
A disturbance swept across the sky. The rain stopped, and the figure of a tall middle-aged man descended from the heavens. Beside him appeared a beam of white light, which then transformed into human shape, turning into the appearance of a Daoist priest with a black beard, wearing a Daoist robe and holding a whisk.
Chapter 71