As Mu Hanyan finished her last chant, the pillar of light as pure and blue as a plateau lake shot out once more from the temple's spire, extending along the straight avenue towards the city gate.
Every temple citizen, whether city-dwellers or those living on land grants outside the city, bore the temple's mark. There was no worry of being harmed by the defensive array, and as the light extended, the Mu Clan and the temple priest guards instinctively stepped to the sides, while the light enveloped the last three bandits.
Two shadows, along with their companions who had fallen in battle, instantly vanished into nothingness. What no one expected was that the last bandit suddenly leapt up, evading the terrifying power of the Divine Gifted Heavenly Power, and then disappeared into the night after a few swift movements over the city wall.
