Upon hearing this, Hua Jing turned her head.
Her gaze seemed to be firmly caught by a magnet, fixated on the forefront of the square.
On that figure suspended in the air.
Chu Kuanglan's towering physique floated several meters above the ground, unsupported by anything, solely lifted by the majestic Qi and Blood Power.
His specially-made heavy combat suit was open.
Revealing the iron-like knots of muscle and tangled bandages within.
Both hands rested on that ridiculously large Door Board Giant Sword, its tip slanted towards the ground.
The sunlight shone on his chiseled, resolute face, also catching his short hair like steel needles.
At this moment, he was scanning the vast, dark crowd below with blazing eyes.
His gaze filled with a proud scrutiny and a hint of barely noticeable confusion?
He didn't actually know why such an act suddenly occurred...
The original plan was not to have a departure ceremony.
A quick interview, then set off directly.
