Many of the feathering disciples woke up from their sleep, feeling only tremor, as if a terrible whirlpool was hanging over them, to devour their souls.

Walking to the window, the crowd found that in the upper air of the attic, the golden awns were dazzling, like a hot sun, dispelling the silence of the night.

It is a bird and animal bathed in the golden awn, like a phoenix, which is fierce.

The crowd stared in amazement. In front of the golden birds and animals, there was a blurred figure. It seemed that it was not the figure of Wu Tanzi, but the figure of Ye Du.

"Where is...