The surrounding sounds quieted down, and everyone was unsure what had happened.
"What kind of Spell is this? Immobilization?"
"It doesn't look like it, and Senior Brother Ye Tian isn't injured; his protective spiritual clothing is still intact."
On the Elder's platform, the Elders whispered among themselves. Daoist Lijun looked at the bamboo slip in Sun Zhengfu's hand and smiled slightly.
"The Disciples in my Sect are all quite interesting…"
"How strange."
Luo Xiaming sat beside Daoist Lijun: "The strange art this Disciple is using seems somewhat similar to the Dao Technique of Confucianism."
"Heh heh."
Daoist Lijun shook his head slightly: "The literary Qi on this child is not enough for him to cast Confucian Dao Technique."
"He's only achieving this effect by borrowing that Confucian Daoist relic."
"Words becoming law, it's not that simple."
Luo Xiaming nodded and said no more.
On the stage, Ye Tian's expression changed, and he retreated.
