Gu Yu had expected a crowd, but not one this massive.
For centuries, Li City had held a deep-seated cultural belief. Now, this was the first widely acknowledged divine manifestation since the resurgence of Spiritual Energy, drawing nearly half the city's residents, not to mention netizens from all over eager to watch the excitement.
"Our very own deity of Li City, King Qingshan!"
"Mmm..."
Wen Jing stood on the very outskirts, tiptoeing and stretching her neck, but all she could see was a dense crowd. Not a glimpse of the mountain or trace of the temple, even the temperature seemed to have risen from the breath of the masses.
Her mouth was still without a tongue.
Originally, Gu Yu had given her two options: heal and continue living her regular life, or remain mute and follow him for a year. Wen Jing, not knowing his intentions, instinctively chose the latter.