Feng Zhiwei followed the stream of bodies for a distance. They could already spot the crowd in the distance, a gathering of seas and mountains of people with countless voices raised and yelling, and angry harpoons and sticks wielded in fury. The uproar was already deafening even half a mile away, and all the furor completely hid the Ancestral Temple and masked Ning Yi and his three thousand guards.
"Piss off!"
"Any who touches the Ancestral Temple will die!"
"Drag them away!"
The voices reached the sky as the crowd packed together. There was no way for them to proceed without killing.
But once the first lives were taken, the matter would become unresolvable.
"I'll get him!" Ning Cheng called out, already deciding to jump over the crowd.
But Feng Zhiwei immediately pulled him back. "Wait!"
She stared at the crowd, her face deathly serious.
