Wen Ning withdrew his magical power and glanced at the floodwater surging through the newly dug drainage ditch, obediently rushing toward the river mouth.
Then he looked back at the dumbfounded villagers behind him. Everyone was safe. Not a single person was missing.
He stayed no longer. Golden light flashed beneath his feet, and he vanished before their eyes in a streak of gold.
That sent the crowd into an absolute uproar. The villagers all started talking at once. The young man who had stopped a flood with his bare hands and conjured a drainage ditch out of nowhere could actually glow, too—and once he glowed, he disappeared.
Ordinarily, anyone telling that story would have been called crazy. But everyone there had witnessed it firsthand today. They had no choice but to believe it.
Some said the Dragon King had manifested. Others said a special forces soldier sent by the higher-ups had used some kind of advanced technology. Still others said the village ancestors had earned enough merit to send an immortal to save them.
The argument grew increasingly heated, with nobody willing to back down. The old man with the loudest voice insisted it had been the river god, on the grounds that in over seventy years of life, this was the first time he had ever seen a flood turn a corner on its own.
The thin, dark-skinned man picked the megaphone up off the ground and brushed the mud off it, only to discover that the fall had knocked it back into working order.
He cleared his throat and cut through the arguing.
"All right! Enough talking! Whether he was an immortal or using advanced technology, all that matters is that everyone in our village is safe.
"The flood's receded, so get moving. Clear the mud and