Their intensity even surpassed that of a storm.
Without pause, one wave subsided only for another to rise.
If such a scene could be turned into a spectacle for which tickets were sold, it would surely become the most cheered attraction, with full entertainment value.
...
"..."
Having just left Ling Pavilion not too far behind, that good friend of Ling Shiqi, feeling the commotion emanating from the back mountain of Ling Pavilion, stood frozen in place, slowly opening his mouth in shock, and after a long while, he incredulously lingered there, speechless for a long time.
And the grandfather who had been urgently urging him to immediately return home suddenly fell silent, no longer pressing.
Only sending one message.
"Still alive?"
Damn!
Why does it feel like my own grandfather knows a lot about what's happening?
...
Half a day later.
