"Edgerunner, Li Wei, Li Wei, Li Wei!"
The air was burning.
For a long time, Li Yi and Jiang Yin had been content to stay in the corner of Manhattan Chinatown. They had entertained fans; they had seen crowds; they had watched live broadcasts, read the news, and heard the anecdotes. In the tide of the information age, they had already deeply felt the heat of Li Wei.
However, only by truly being there, only by experiencing it for themselves, could they deeply feel that impact—
a fervor that words and language simply cannot describe.
With mouths agape and eyes widened, they felt with their bodies, embraced with their hearts, and bloomed with their souls; the entire world spun around in a spectacle of brilliance and a roar.
Now, Li Yi and Jiang Yin finally understood what it meant to be the face of the League.
When they turned their heads, they saw Perry's smiling face.
Perry didn't say much, just raised his hands high and cheered with all his might, "Li Wei!"
