Lin Yuan's aura was weak. Just as he tried to stand, the world blurred around him. Weakness washed over him like a tide, and his weary eyes closed.
In the instant before his consciousness sank into silence, he saw Tang Le kick the door open and rush toward him, his face anxious...
Tianluo Planet, sports plaza.
"Didn't he say half an hour? It's almost been half an hour! Where is he? Why hasn't he come back?!"
"Fuck you, give us our money back!"
"Acting like a diva! Acting like a diva!"
Watching the fans outside on the verge of raising the banner of revolt, Le Qingling's face turned green. The organizers had surrounded her as well, all demanding that she produce him.
"Manager Le, this can't go on! How many fans are here? Twenty thousand, right? If Young Master Le doesn't come out soon, we'll have a riot on our hands. Manager Le, say something!"
Le Qingling had a splitting headache. She desperately wanted to say something.
I don't know where the hell that bastard ran off to either!
But could she say that?
If she did, not only would the organizers explode, but the fans would too. Tang Le would truly be finished.
The voices outside grew louder and louder, gradually merging into a single chant.
"Fuck you, give us our money back!"
"Time is the eye of history, gazing into the boundless future..."
Just then, a melodious voice suddenly rang out. There was no musical accompaniment, yet the moment that voice sounded, it drowned out every noisy voice in the venue.
A figure slowly descended from the sky, each step landing precisely on the air. An immensely rich aura washed over them, tinting the entire venue a faint blue.
The song came to an end.
Tang Le