Flights returning to Jinling from all over the country landed one after another.
Men and women with expressions so stern that they radiated waves of coldness walked out of the airport passage.
But they did not leave the airport immediately.
Instead, they lingered in various corners of the terminal as if they were strangers to one another.
The cold aura emanating from them drew many sidelong glances.
It made the airport security tighten their focus on these strange men and women as if facing a formidable enemy!
But their worry and tension were entirely unnecessary.
Because these people were like puppets, motionless except for the occasional furrowed brow in thought.
Some seasoned veterans of the Martial World could even see a trace of numb emptiness in their eyes.
A void as if life had lost all meaning.
About half an hour later.
As a striking figure walked out of the airport passage.
These fifty or so puppet-like figures moved in unison.
