The six people slowly stood up, the sky was still the same sky, the rain was still the same rain, but they clearly felt the dimness of heaven and earth.
With a move of their feet, the six simultaneously flew up, straight into the sky.
No earth-shattering phenomenon, no emphasis on cultivation realm, if it can be described in three words, it would be 'dispirited'.
In Ning City, countless streets erupted into extremely excited cheers.
"Huzhou, at peace!" Zhang Yiran gently uttered five words.
Lin Xiaosu smiled slightly, a wisp of sound drilled into his ear: "Such a Huzhou, handed over to you, you must not let the 170 million people of Huzhou down."
Zhang Yiran trembled all over, looking at him with incredulous eyes: "Mr. Su, what do you mean by this?"
