In an instant, the place erupted into noise and chaos.0

This situation was different from the previous incidents. The circumstances Qi Xuansu had faced involved external forces such as the Goddess Society stirring up trouble, and in those cases, he could naturally mobilize Spirit Guards to restore order. The last time, some old Daoists had secretly incited the populace without personally stepping forward. Great Sage Lan had been able to arrest the organizers through the Spirit Guards, and once they were taken away, the rest of the crowd dispersed on its own.0

This time, however, the Daoists themselves had personally entered the fray. Everyone present was a high-ranking Daoist, not cult demons from secret societies. Zhang Yuelu could not simply deploy a squad of Spirit Guards to suppress them, nor could she allow Lin Yuanmiao to beat them up. If she truly did such a thing, then even if she were in the right, her political career would come to an end.0

At that moment, a voice resounded. “Who is shouting about fighting and killing?”0

The voice was not loud, yet every person present heard it with absolute clarity.0

Everyone present was stunned and turned toward the source of the voice, only to see an elderly man with white hair and a white beard slowly approaching.0

Though the eighth-generation disciples like Ke Qingqing and...0