"Daoist Bai Yun, you are also a distinguished figure in the Taoist sects, yet you utter vulgar words at the Taoist assembly, truly losing decorum."
The sky blooms with golden lotuses, lotus radiance descends from the heavens, an overwhelming and majestic Taoist authority compels everyone present to lower their heads involuntarily. Even if their hearts are unwilling in a million ways, they cannot raise their heads even slightly.
Then, a long arc of purple energy cuts through the air, revealing a figure of immortal grace and Taoist energy.
'True Martial Dao Master' Qing Yu, he has appeared.
Daoist Bai Yun's lowered head brims with immense shame and anger. He musters his entire strength, intending to raise his head to meet the gaze of that great adversary, yet regardless of how much force he exerts or his reluctance, he cannot lift his head even an inch.
It is not an irresistible force suppressing him, but rather his body instinctively dares not raise its head.
