Looking at the crowd taking pictures of him, Ye Feng was at a loss for words.
He had initially thought the online post was just an exaggeration, but he was faced with a reality check so swiftly, the crowd had actually arrived before him to take photos.
Ye Feng's gaze drifted past the caravans to the distance as he released his spiritual power, sweeping it across the outskirts of Yang City.
To his surprise, he discovered that on the roads to Yang City, there were quite a few caravans filled with people – a total of eight.
Each caravan had at least a hundred or two hundred passengers.
That was the number Ye Feng had detected early in the morning, and he estimated that as time passed, there would be even more caravans like these.
"Can Yang City accommodate so many people coming on their own?" Ye Feng couldn't help muttering to himself.
