Chen Pingchuan's voice rang out once more.
"The real reason you're angry yet dare not speak is the inequality, the unfairness. Now, I will bridge that gap. Whether you can seize your own destiny after this is up to you."
With that, Chen Pingchuan waved his hand. Countless points of light scattered from his palm, merging into the bodies of the ordinary people.
Like a spark igniting a prairie fire, the moment the light entered their bodies, it triggered miraculous changes.
First, they felt a warm current course through them, filling their once-exhausted frames with strength. Then, they were astonished to discover they had a subtle sense of the dark power in the surrounding area.
The young man who had been beaten nearly to death by the guards slowly got to his feet. He clenched his fists, feeling the power surging through him, his eyes filled with disbelief and elation.
