The yellow-robed Daoist, eyes full of fear, glanced once more at Scholar Lv, still kneeling on the ground. Hesitation flickered in his heart. Is this kid tricking me?
But in the end, he wasn't bold enough to risk it. He quickly formed the Vajra Art with both hands, chanted an Incantation, and phased straight through the wall, vanishing from the courtyard.
With the Daoist gone, there was no way the Evil Spirit he raised would stick around. The empty black robe drifted through the air, hurriedly following after its master.
Only after a long moment did Dogwa finally realize that he had truly slipped out of the Daoist's hands alive.
His face full of disbelief, Dogwa cradled his hand as he walked up to the dumbstruck Scholar Lv and gave him a solid kick. "Hey! What the hell did you just do? How'd you scare him off?"
Scholar Lv snapped out of his daze and stared blankly at the White Lotus painting on the ground, muttering, "I… I don't know either."
