The woman scoffed at Yang Qing's response clearly not believing him while the elderly man seemed like he had said all he needed to say. He lowered his head as if to say he was done talking or accommodating Yang Qing.
Yang Qing didn't say much as he took out a few feathers of the celestial nesting weaver that he had forcibly plucked out during one of their many scuffles. He considered it part of the reparations owed by the foul-mouthed weaver.
The two obsidian serpents immediately froze as their bodies seemed to contort like they were losing control of their transformation and were being forced into their original forms. Their bodies even seemed like they wanted to genuflect on the spot and all these were caused by the four soft white feathers that released an ethereal light which made it look like it had been plucked from the heavens.