However, just as Jiang Ning was about to reach the sky above the square, the aura around him suddenly surged.
"Buzz—"
An invisible force exploded outward, centered on him.
This force was not an attack, but a gentle push, like a spring breeze brushing the face, or a tide sweeping.
On the square, the people who were trading at the market, the vendors, the children playing, even the elderly sunbathing in the corner, were all involuntarily driven back by this force.
"Ouch!"
"What's happening?"
"Who's pushing me?"
Exclamations and voices of confusion rose one after another.
The people only felt helpless, their feet leaving the ground, wrapped in a gentle yet irresistible force, lightly floating toward the outside of the square.
Within a few breaths, the originally bustling central square was cleared out into a circular area more than a hundred zhang in diameter.
In the center of the open space, only the goods left by the vendors and market-goers remained.
