The setting sun was like water, the cold wind like a knife.
Ye Kongxing, Hua Qiudao, and the others were filled with an endless sense of shock.
It was as if ordinary people witnessed the living descent of divine beings, or as if Cultivators saw an unparalleled divine technique's secret manual in a moment of enlightenment.
Calmness, composure, and other such emotions had completely abandoned them.
It was as if their lifelong cultivation of character and temperament had never existed.
They were excited, exhilarated; they were impassioned, frenzied; they were also shocked, anxious, uncertain, and expectant.
It was an incredibly complex mood, one that Ye Kongxing and the others had never felt in their life until now, but their current expressions said it all.
