The Buddha's Heart Passes on the Lamp: Wu Song Infused with Spiritual Power; the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

That shout was like a spark falling onto dry kindling.

In an instant, it ignited everyone's emotions.

Then—

Slowly, more and more people's eye sockets reddened as they joined in with loud cries.

Their voices grew louder and louder, snowballing into an increasingly unified roar.

In the end—

The thousands of refugees at the scene shouted in unison, their voices shaking the heavens:

"Thank you, Advisor Lin! Thank you, Kitchen God!!"

"Thank you, Advisor Lin! Thank you, Kitchen God!!"

Behind Lin Chen, Wu Song, Sun Erniang, Xi Shi, Nie Xiaoqian, and the other card spirits all shared in the glory.

They had followed Lin Chen all this time, grown used to watching him create miracles, and grown used to the looks of admiration and reverence others gave him.

So although they felt proud as well, they were not overly astonished. They simply smiled as they watched it all unfold.

However—

For Pei Jin and the others from the Asura Association—

This was a grand spectacle they would never have dared dream of in their entire lives!

What were they?

They were a gang of ruthless bandits who killed without batting an eye.

A heretical force branded as such by every major legitimate guild.

Stray dogs that could only cling to life in lawless territory!

They were used to the fear, disgust, and contempt in people's eyes whenever they looked at them.

But now—

Though they stood there with killing sabers in hand, looking like vicious fiends as they maintained order—

The refugees who had received buns no longer showed their usual fear as they passed by them.

On the contrary, many ragged old people, even children too young to know better—

Carefully broke off half a bun—something more precious to them than life itself—and offered it to these fierce-looking killers.