The moment the two important figures met, the attitude of the people in the city changed completely.
Just moments ago, these cultivators were coughing and sighing, each worried about their lives. Now, with the immortals bolstering their courage, they began to shout.
The atmosphere changed drastically; what was once a deathly silence had now transformed into the joyous festivities of the New Year.
The cultivators in the various sects were alright; because of the power above them, even if they were happy, they didn't dare to act too much.
The ones making the most noise were those independent cultivators.
He has always been carefree and easygoing. He was afraid for so long, but now that he knows his life is not in danger, he has started to say all sorts of things.
"Look at that little demon saint, he doesn't even say a word when he sees the great immortal."
"Weren't you so impressive just now? Why are you so quiet now!"
"Demon race, trash!"
......
Without danger, they stop guarding their mouths and say whatever comes to mind, even the most offensive things.
As expected, lone cultivators have little discipline when fighting alone.
There are just a few things that are enough for them to let loose and be themselves.
Moreover, some of them were forced to stay here and were already resentful, so they took this opportunity to vent their anger.
Wu Er didn't utter any curses or insults. Although he was angry, he managed to remain calm.
Just as the various shouts and curses continued, the voice of the Demon Saint, like muffled thunder, came from the sky again.
"Give me the antidote!"
The four words exploded in the sky, and at the same time, they exploded in everyone's ears.
Those who were just shouting and cursing immediately fell silent, as if they had remembered the Demon Saint's oppressive aura, and obediently stood still without saying a word.
Upon hearing the thunderous voice, Dong Zongshu, an immortal from the Chaoran Sect, replied, "Keep your voice down, let's talk in private."
After those words, there was silence in the sky.
Everyone knew that the two in the sky wanted to have a private talk, so they all kept quiet.
Since it was a private discussion, the people in the city wouldn't hear much of the excitement.
The sky fell silent, and then someone in the city began to spread rumors.
"Go do what you're supposed to do. This is none of my business. Go about your own business."
The speaker was dressed in a magnificent robe shimmering with magical artifacts, and one could tell from his attire that he was a high-ranking member of some sect.
Seeing that it was a high-ranking official speaking, these people didn't object.
Those with urgent matters naturally went to do them, while those who weren't so busy, or those who were idle, continued to gaze at the sky.
Although the conversation between the two important figures could not be heard or seen, it did not stop some people from joining in the fun.
Because some people just join in the fun for the sake of joining in.
Although Wu Er could be considered an idle person, he had no intention of joining in the fun.
So what if we go to join in the fun?
People who join in the fun can't change anything, so they might as well close their eyes and rest.
The city of cultivators is now protected by various formations and magical artifacts. Although the demons outside cannot get in, the people inside cannot get out either.
Therefore, Wu Er had no way to leave the city, so he simply sat down to meditate and conserve his energy in preparation for any unexpected situation.
Time flies, and in no time, half an hour has passed.
The busy people are still busy, those who don't know what to look at are still joining in the fun, and there are also shrewd people who are conserving their energy.
I have no idea what those two people upstairs are talking about. It's been an hour, and there's still no result.
Even if no results are found, there are still plenty of idle people around.
With so many idle people around, the conversations can get quite chaotic.
A small group of idle people started chatting, discussing what the demon saint and the immortal were talking about and how their conversation was going.
They were talking about something that they could find out the result in no time, yet they were doing it with great interest.
Moreover, all these discussions ultimately lead to only a few possible outcomes.
If an agreement is reached and peace is achieved between the two groups, at least there will be fewer wars.
Talks broke down, the stalemate continued, and the conflict persisted.
Anger flared between the two sides, and a full-blown fight broke out. It's estimated that the entire city will die in the aftermath.
As people were talking about it, something changed in the sky.
The once calm sky suddenly turned angry, with winds surging and thunder rumbling.
Then a wave of air surged, and I felt a gust of wind blowing.
The people in the city were so blown around by the strong wind that they could hardly stand.
It should be noted that there is another barrier outside the city. Even after the wind was reduced by one layer of the barrier, it still had such great power when it reached the city. One can imagine how powerful the wind originally was.
"Did the talks break down, or did they turn into heated arguments?"
Feeling the gust of wind, Wu Er, who was still meditating, opened his eyes and then suddenly stood up.
Such a strong wind could not have been generated naturally; it must have been caused by the magic activated by those two above.
Since such a powerful spell was activated, it seems that the two of them didn't have a very comfortable conversation just now.
Hopefully, the talks just broke down and nothing more.
Otherwise, the people in this city who have just secured their safety will be in grave danger again.
Then, the clouds in the sky changed several more times.
Every change affects the hearts of the city's residents.
Fortunately, no destructive spells were cast in the end.
Then the dark clouds on the horizon receded, and the golden clouds followed suit.
It seems that the talks just broke down, and neither side was particularly angry.
The demon saint and the immortal both left without saying a word, leaving the onlookers in the city completely bewildered.
"They came suddenly, and they left just as suddenly."
Wu Er muttered this sentence.
Now that the demon saint and the immortal have left, the eggshells shining outside the city are no longer of any use.
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