Silence.
A dead silence fell over the entire area.
The townsfolk, hiding beneath the faint glow of the Mirage Gauze, stared with their jaws on the floor.
They stared wide-eyed at the two figures, long-forgotten memories frantically resurfacing, trying to reconcile these two domineering experts with the two humble figures from their past.
"That… that person with his foot on the bad guy's head… isn't that Zhang San, the beggar who used to squat at the south street corner every day asking for food?!"
Someone pointed at Zhang San, his hand trembling. "I remember it clearly! Just a few days ago, he was grinning at me, holding out his broken bowl for money. I even tossed him two cents… How… how did he suddenly transform into an Immortal who can stomp a demon lord under his foot?!"
Another person exclaimed, "The one next to him! That's Li, who sells steamed buns!"
