If it were just playing tricks, the people of Yanzhou would not believe it.
No one is a fool, nor is anyone without insight. Under Ruan Shantao's years of instruction, many people have learned to read and write and have broadened their horizons. If it were just some sleight of hand, it wouldn't deceive them—but that's exactly the problem, no one expected that the young cultivator was genuine.
"Can such things really be mastered by humans?"
For a moment, countless thoughts ran through the minds of the refugees in the convoy.
"Can I learn it?"
"If you have a heart of reverence for the gods and wish to follow the Dao, then you can stay and practice these Daoist Magic."
The young cultivator's smile was gentle and sunny, matched with his plain robe, he exuded a sense of credibility just by standing there.
Moreover, beside this young cultivator stood the phantom of a golden-armored divine figure.
"I want to learn!"
The refugees flocked to the young cultivator, eager to be first.
