Wei Wuyin's eyes surveyed the kneeling figures of those below, praying and chanting loudly. Their cheers, excitement, and fulfilled hope was contagious. Even he couldn't help but feel his heart race slightly, and he had obtained the adoration and cheers of more than ten times this number.
Yet, it was quality, not quantity that mattered. These chants and cheers were based on the religious principle of a lifelong wish held by the masses throughout innumerable generations, an desired event that shaped their beliefs and existence today. They had confirmed something at this moment, something exceptional.
Inspecting himself, he found out that his black martial clothes had been vaporized and replaced by white robes by the bursting ray of light. They were fitted and made from soft material, so it was comfortable, but the color white didn't conform with his own preferences. Still, it wasn't so bad.