"The sky is vast, Bazhun'an towers! Who dares face half of Qingju?"
Comments flooded over in waves, neatly and uniformly, submerging the entire view.
The image of ten million people transmitting the Path seemed completely tamed, with no one daring to boast anymore, leaving only the scrolling comments.
Hong Niang trembled with excitement, yet for the first time, she refused to close the comment section of the Path transmission.
Her spiritual senses swept again and again towards the sky, towards the Sword Sea, towards the famed swords, towards that hazy and magnificent figure.
"So strong, so powerful..."
Despite her usual eloquence, she found her vocabulary impoverished, unable to use more ornate words to describe the scene before her eyes.
It wasn't just Hong Niang who was speechless; all the preachers holding the Golden Apricots couldn't stop their hands from shaking.
Apricots from every household flooded the screen with comments.
