The Art of Cleaning

"This time… is it really over?"

Hearing Feng Xia's words, the village chief and the others, who were still in shock, muttered to themselves.

To them, everything that happened today was too dreamy.

They had avenged their county today?

They were still a little worried. They were afraid that they were in a dream. They were afraid that the terrifying monster that had buried the Lingyun era would revive like before and appear in front of them again!

They were able to live until now because their dreams were very heavy, but yet also very light. They had held their dreams carefully in the palm of their hands. If they were not careful, their dreams would be shattered.

"It's the end, but it's also the beginning."

Feng Xia slowly landed on the ground. His gaze was solemn, and no one could tell what he was feeling.

His voice contained an indescribable magical charm. At this moment, it entered everyone's ears, making them calm down.