But here, it was clearly different.
It had obviously become uncontrollable.
Yu Ziqing chatted with the old man in the temple for half the day, and at one point came to a collapsed wall, looking out.
From afar, he saw a person clad in gray Official Uniform, with a sign on the shoulder, leading a group of people flying low in the sky.
The man had round eyes wide in anger, his eyebrows were inverted eights, his cheeks sunken, exuding the scent of incense fire, and on the sign he bore on his shoulder, were the words "day patrol".
Waves of brilliance continually spread out, covering a distance of more than ten miles.
However, as the man passed by the temple, Yu Ziqing saw that the dispersed halo slid away three feet before reaching the temple, curving around it.
Those people seemed not to see the temple at all, flying straight past not far from the temple, while Yu Ziqing stood behind the half-collapsed wall, unnoticed.
Yu Ziqing was slightly startled.
