The longer the people from Yan Luo Dian stayed in the city, the more they saw, making them feel like… this place was a completely different place from the Fu Guang City they had known.
In the city, they saw many people who had once tried to enter Yan Luo Dian but were chased out because of their inadequate capabilities and the aura around these people had changed.
They saw many people holding onto a wooden stick with a dangling white fur and could not help but ask the leading middle-aged man, "Uh… what is the thing that everyone is carrying?"
The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks and turned to face their curious gazes. He smiled and said nothing else. He directly lifted the strange thing he had been holding and muttered some spell difficult to understand.
Instantly, flames emerged from the end of the white furtail and shot up into the sky with a swoosh.
