[ Sword cultivators keep a protective aura about their bodies at all times, and so when Yan Zhengming feels a jerk on his arm, that aura automatically strengthens and expands explosively outwards. It may or may not be sufficient to throw off a cultivator of this man's ability; it does however have the happy effect of repelling any further flaming projectiles from himself and his immediate vicinity.
He turns back to his well-intentioned (?) companion and snaps: ]
Who's infiltrating? That's my cart!
[ With a wave of his hand, he puts the flames out. Sadly, most of his wares are charred or broken. The cart itself is a dead loss: its burned timbers shiver once and collapse. Yan Zhengming springs back, out of the way, wrinkling his nose at the mess. ]
I would have only had to do this a few times, then word of mouth would have spread and I'd have had a nice—
[ It's at this moment he realizes that there's general pandemonium all around him. ]
no subject
He turns back to his well-intentioned (?) companion and snaps: ]
Who's infiltrating? That's my cart!
[ With a wave of his hand, he puts the flames out. Sadly, most of his wares are charred or broken. The cart itself is a dead loss: its burned timbers shiver once and collapse. Yan Zhengming springs back, out of the way, wrinkling his nose at the mess. ]
I would have only had to do this a few times, then word of mouth would have spread and I'd have had a nice—
[ It's at this moment he realizes that there's general pandemonium all around him. ]
Wait, what the hell? What's going on here?