Vast night sky.
The Cloud-Grasping Hand soared with the fierce wind, sweeping over the skyscrapers of the West State, casting endless shadows!
Sitting on the fingernail of the Cloud-Grasping Hand, Yangpeng Lake felt the roaring wind in his ears, his hair blown into disarray! He smelled the fragrance of flowers, looked to the left, looked to the right, and looked up, only to see endless petals wherever he looked, swirling in the wind, emitting a misty green light!
"Is this also the Great Immortal Technique?
"All Immortal Techniques, who's afraid of whom?!
"Then let's go head-to-head!"
His face twisted in fierce determination, he made a hand seal, and his whole body shrank instantly into the fingernail of the Cloud-Grasping Hand!
...
Lishui Lake Park.
On the open grassland, the refugees stood or sat, unaware of what had happened.
The protective barrier above them had long been broken!
On the grass around them, flowers bloomed one after another, with a strong fragrance!
