Yunyang hovered high above the Lü Zon Capital, his Divine Thought sweeping out to probe everything below.
It was not yet late, and the people of the Lü Zon Capital all saw Yunyang hovering low in the sky.
No one was afraid. Although the Daoists of Celestial Xia had once shattered a skyscraper in Berkeley with a single lightning bolt and spirited away a stone pagoda from Sakura Country, they had never actually committed a large-scale massacre.
So, the people of the Lü Zon Capital looked on with curiosity at Yunyang hovering in midair. Some even took out their phones to take pictures and record videos, wondering what this person had come to Lü Zon to do.
"Is he from Lü Zon?"
"No way we could have someone that powerful!"
"Is he a Superman from Huaqi Country?"
"Could be, but he might also be from Celestial Xia. I heard their Daoists can fly."
"What's he doing here?"
"No idea."
