The cold wind persists, frost and snow drifting down.
Yet, Beifeng City is no longer as cold as before.
Under countless fervent gazes, the tiny Human Clan standing at the goddess's fingertip slowly descends.
His visage grows clearer, the crowd below becomes more restless, and excitement sharpens on their faces.
But the issue is, some people are really only suited to be seen from afar.
As Lu Ran continues to descend, an overwhelming pressure crashes down alongside.
"Ah!"
"Don't, don't push! Don't..."
"Everyone, stay calm, be careful!" Amidst cries of alarm, the figure descending from the Majestic Heavenly Realm comes to a halt.
"Stop." Lu Ran utters a word, and the ink jade Tiger Talisman hidden in his collar quietly emits a glow.
The restless crowd below freezes in place almost instantly.
Their movements synchronized to an unbelievable degree.
Lu Ran ascends another dozen meters, gazing down at the crowd.
