When the silent believers saw the light, they were in disbelief at first, then ecstatic. They turned around and shouted to express their joy.
The previously low morale suddenly rose a lot, and the despair that shrouded everyone's hearts was suppressed by everyone again with the appearance of this little light.
The cultivator was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were gradually covered with a layer of moisture.
"I see it ..."
He seemed to be at a loss, and the ecstasy of the believers seemed to have infected him. His lips trembled, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, revealing a kind smile.
"Thank you," she said.
He freed his arm from the swordsman's support and stood up with difficulty. He pressed his chest with his hand and bowed to song Qing.
"This ray of light is too important to us. Song, thank you."
