“Flap, flap, flap...”0

A swallow swooped back into the courtyard, perching on the eaves to preen its feathers.0

Outside, the dark sea of heads stretched endlessly, blending together beneath the glow of lanterns and torches. Firelight flickered, casting shifting shadows across the crowd. Some people stood inside the courtyard, while others remained outside the gate. Some bowed deeply, others fell to their knees—all raising their voices in gratitude.0

“Please, everyone, rise at once. There is no need for such formalities.”0

The Daoist stood at the front, quickly gesturing for the kneeling people to stand, especially an elderly man who had suffered deeply under the sinister curse. He personally stepped forward to help him up.0

“Since you all sought me out, and since there truly was a demonic disturbance, there was no reason for me to ignore it. I merely offered some assistance and a few suggestions—it was no great effort. Your gratitude is noted, but such grand gestures are unnecessary.”0

“We are truly indebted to you, sir...”0

“The courage you all showed in fighting against the demon was just as crucial in its capture. If anyone deserves thanks, it is you yourselves.” Song You smiled before asking, “How is everyone now?”0

“Thanks to Mr. Liu San, who took the risk first and tore off his cursed plaster, we all followed suit. Now, we are completely unharmed.”0

The man surnamed Li glanced at a frail-looking elderly man beside him, then hesitated before speaking again. With...0