Jiang Chen was overcome with excitement.
The blood in his veins felt like it was boiling.
'This is an entire clan!'
An entire clan, united as one, their hopes all focused on him. They saw him, Jiang Chen, as their savior, as a god.
Jiang Chen could vividly feel the sincerity, kindness, and yearning in the hearts of every member of the Purple Wind Clan.
Tens of thousands had gathered, all for one man!
And that man was him, Jiang Chen!
He had never imagined that he would one day stand here, the focus of so many gazes.
Zhao Hongluan felt her eyes well up with tears as she gazed at the young man standing on the high platform.
Lei Tong clenched his fists, his gaze fervent.
Wuu Rui's eyes filled with admiration and worship. "That's my brother!"
