"Everyone, don't panic. He doesn't dare come inside."
The female crown's voice rose again, prompting the nearly scared out of their wits crowd to quickly turn around.
Master Huang and the older merchant were the first to recover, quickly cupping their hands in respect, almost simultaneously saying, "Immortal, do you have a method to subdue the demon?!"
"I know a little."
Yin Weiyin rose slowly, holding the horsetail whisk in his hand, and walked towards the door.
The merchants, anxious, said, "Immortal, be careful!"
"Just a mere ghost, I'll be back shortly."
Upon hearing this, the crowd's hearts slightly relaxed.
The female crown strode into the curtain of rain.
The crowd watched her figure quickly become blurred, while figures outside the rain curtain appeared and disappeared, seeming to have exchanged several moves, with occasional thunder in the distance.
