As all eyes focused on him, Lin Mo put on his merchant smile despite the strain as he replied. "Grand Elder Mu, you're scaring my customers and blocking my sunlight. It's bad for business, you know? Will you back away, or will I have to ban your temple from ever stepping into our store?" He pointed the [Starshot Revolver] at him, his finger already itching to pull the trigger.
Still unafraid, the old man harrumphed, forcing his spiritual pressure down on Lin Mo.
However, before it could reach him, the Divine Guardian Construct blocked it, swiping it away like a fly with a subtle pulse of its divine energy. The air around Lin Mo remained calm, the construct's azure orbs glowing brighter as if daring Mu Wuyan to try again. The Grand Elder's scowl deepened, his violet-silver aura flickering with frustration. He hadn't expected a mere shopkeeper's artifact to shrug off his pressure so effortlessly.
