This wasn't a mere decree; it was a direct usurpation of the rules governing this ten-li radius, turning their control over their own bodies into a bizarre, rule-based nightmare.
Su Ling'er's body went rigid.
That familiar, bizarre rhythm washed over her once more.
Her shoulders rose, her chest expanding as she drew in a breath. Then they fell as she exhaled.
INHALE—EXHALE—!
An inhale, an exhale.
A rise, a fall.
'Not again, First Senior Brother! Are we really doing this again?'
'Can we please stop messing around?!'
'We're facing a powerful ene— oh, never mind.'
She instinctively darted her eyes around. As far as she could see, everyone was moving in perfect sync with her.
On the city walls, the Confucian cultivators, who just moments ago had been filled with righteous indignation, were now all bobbing in time with the rhythm.
