"Uh... What's going on here?"
The spectacular scene left Feng Cong completely stunned.
As one of the core cities of the entire Stigma Continent, Dragon City is undoubtedly the most prosperous city, home to countless residents, a number so large that even astronomical figures can't easily quantify.
And now, in this city, all the Martial Artists are uniformly doing this captivating dance, and they're incredibly into it, as if they're more eager than usual when they practice.
"Brother, why are you standing there dumbfounded? Join in!" said the Martial Artist next to Feng Cong. "The Sword Immortal himself is guiding us. Opportunities like this don't come often! You might not believe it, but I feel more energetic these past few days!"
"Why does this dance feel so familiar?" Feng Cong felt like he'd seen this billion-person dance somewhere before. Isn't this the morning exercise that Zhang Meng, that big idiot, does every morning?
