Lou Cheng walked out of the door and stepped onto the road of glory. In the background, tens of thousands of audience members cheered. Calmly, he advanced into the arena to his designated position.
At the same time, Warrior Sage, Qian Donglou ambled forth from the entrance across, clad in a quaint white Taoist robe. The weather didn't change. No overcast sky, no lower air pressure, no thunder or lightning whatsoever.
For a moment, Lou Cheng felt like the Warrior Sage was looking down on him. Recalling his battle with the Dragon King, they both tried to pressure the other with their overwhelming auras, and thus came dense nimbus clouds, a resounding rumbles, silvery sparks, blazing temperatures, humid air, and shifting flames.
Internalization? The words came to his mind. He felt as though the Warrior Sage was plodding on his heart with his breezy steps.
