The window that shields the Inner Mansion Realm from the evening breeze, the first in the world, probably cannot understand why it received so many lingering gazes this night.
Countless confluences, visible and hidden, unknown.
Xian Nankui, with his jujube-red face, stood at the extreme height.
Bathed in moonlight, he appeared as if a statue of a god.
Should any mortal witness it, they would likely worship him as a deity.
The Yellow River Gathering had just ended, and the delegations from various countries had not yet fully dispersed. As the Overlord Country nearest to the Guanhe Platform and taking on the role of the host, Jingguo naturally has the duty to maintain order.
To prevent occurrences too painful to witness.
If there were to be any serious incidents causing death or injury among the spectator delegations near the Guanhe Platform, it would be a slap in the face for Jingguo.
All the structures on the Guanhe Platform had already disappeared.
