Early morning.

The world itself seemed to have come awake as sunshine poured down.

Endless rustling sounds arrived from all directions with the wind and entered Zhang Ping’s ears.

It was already early autumn. The early morning air was already a bit cold.

The hundreds of thousands of believers already left. However, more and more Yunqin people were hurrying over.

The Yunqin people who rushed over were mostly ordinary Yunqin people, many elders and children among them.

They all came to help the Young Sir Lin they adored when they heard the news.

Just from the sounds of the wind, Zhang Ping was certain that the number of Yunqin people coming was far greater than his believers previously. In the distance, as well as further out… Yunqin people were gathering endlessly, one wave after another.

However, he didn’t stop these Yunqin people. He didn’t want to kill these Yunqin people who were rushing over...