"Mage, spare us! Mage, spare us!"
Gazing at the young man before them bathed in a golden light, a man and a woman knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for their lives. He stood there, completely unfazed by their sword strikes, dagger thrusts, and assaults of Yin Qi.
Gu Zhao raised his hand, looking at the golden light enveloping his body. His mind felt unusually clear.
"The Golden Light Curse is truly worthy of being a Taoist Sect's Divine Curse. It's extraordinary," Gu Zhao remarked with a sigh. He glanced at Zhuo Qingyan and the Silk Embroideress, who were keeping their distance. "It's just a bit too overwhelming for yin-aligned evils."
It was a good thing Zhuo Qingyan had absorbed some Incense and Candle Divine Power and Bai Ke had no Evil Qi. Otherwise, just getting close to him would have probably made them so uncomfortable they'd have to use their own power to resist.
As for the man and woman before him—one human, one ghost...
