In the gaze of thousands who have been anticipating, the minute hand finally reached 8 o'clock.
An almost imperceptible whistle filled the entire Chang'an, and the daytime meteor shower, appeared!
Not one, but one after another is falling down!
"1, 2, 3, 4..." Yi, along with some fans, squeezed onto the top of a watchtower near the middle section of Zhuque Street. They looked at the meteors in the sky, trying to count how many there were.
It took them three attempts to finally get it right: "28! Is this... 28 swords? Is Cloud Dream being so generous?"
"Don't worry about that, just go chase them!" A fan whose arm was tied with red silk was a bit impatient.
Yi looked at the meteors in the sky, trailing long white smoke trails and slowly falling down. After estimating their trajectory, he finally pointed a finger and said, "Go! To Peace Square nearby! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
It wasn't just Yi. Everyone started to move.