Xi Muyao stood calmly beside the crouching Tan Jingfan, the latter still trembling with fear but undeniably grateful for the unexpected intervention.
Before long, the others, including Yan Zhukong, followed suit, kneeling and kowtowing in unison with visible emotion.
Their actions spoke louder than any words, each of them showing a rare display of humility, even fear, as they begged for mercy.
Xi Muyao's expression softened slightly, his gaze flickering with a trace of compassion as he observed the five kowtowing disciples.
Slowly, he dissipated the fierce, swirling flame that had been crackling menacingly above his fingertips.
The sight of Yun Wanshui and the others bowing with such desperation was enough to stir even the most stoic heart.
Their foreheads were visibly bleeding from the repeated contact with the ground, yet they did not dare to stop.
