Tianmiao looked at the person attacking head-on, her expression unchanged, and she gently waved her hand.
This Loose Cultivator flew out in the shocked and incredulous stares of everyone. He became neighbors with the earlier Great Tributor, both embedded in the wall. He was slightly better off than the Great Tributor, not as heavily injured and still conscious.
Master Wuxin stood beside Tianmiao, with his hands together in prayer, a compassionate look on his face, and chanted "Amitabha."
Then he remembered his current guise as a guard, lowered his hands, and continued standing with a serious expression.
"Can't we discuss this civilly? Must we resort to violence? What's wrong with you people?" Tianmiao said disapprovingly, looking at the silent crowd below, and added, "Don't you all agree?"
The crowd: ...
This young lady, you seem the least qualified to say that.
But they dared not move, nor speak.
